"Stories to share? Not necessarily." Most of her stories were things she kept close - mainly out of habit than anything else, keeping her cards to her chest, so to speak. In Romdeau nothing was sacred, and every little bit of information other people had could be used as weapons, or like an endless game of chess - upping the anti until someone cried king me. Regardless of all of that it's pretty safe to assume she won't be telling many stories that required giving up vital information about herself, right at the moment. Being in a small elevator was more than enough reason, for one, and for the other - well, maybe this entire rollercoaster has made her, somehow, even worse when it came to trusting other people.

Unfortunately for Victor, it meant very few interesting stories shared.

"And not very many people, here or on the Eluvio, were necessarily prepared to discuss the ins and outs of Voltaire." She situates herself in the opposite corner, hands on the support rails to either side, one foot crossing primly over the other before she chooses to continue. "I suppose I should've expected that, with Daedalus out of reach to talk to."