swimming

Shirese pulled her knees up to her chest again, squinting thoughtfully. "I... I really don't know." She said, adding "I'm not very good at naming emotions yet." as an afterthought, wringing the water out of her hair so she didn't have to focus entirely on the question - she was rather ashamed of not knowing something so basically human as that. "I feel like... If I wanted... I could sit here forever." She scooped up a handful of sand, letting the breeze blow it away. "What's that?"

She dug her toes into the sand, a tiny smile twitching on her face. "I don't feel trapped. There's so many beautiful things to look at, outside... No one notices me." She'd spent such a long time learning English, but no one had ever bothered to tell her about basic emotions. It annoyed her, sometimes, trying to describe her emotions in physical terms instead of just saying 'I feel happy' like everyone else.

She chewed on her lip, finally asking "What is your normal language?" curiously, tilting her head to the side. "So... Muchas... Personas." She reminded him, struggling to imitate the foreign words. She wasn't sure if she'd got them in order, but it sounded right to her.

"My... Origins?" She wasn't exactly sure what he meant. How she was made? Where she was from? What she used to do? She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to pick one.

Finally: "I am the result of... Experimentation. In Sweden, I believe. We were not as expected, so..." She took a slow breath, training her eyes on the sea. "We were sold. Much later, liberated. They asked, do I want to live with people like me?" She nodded, giving her answer. "I thought... I didn't know they were going to send me here." Anywhere else, she never would have answered him. But here... She felt different; detached from her past.

She rocked back and forth, a minature smile on her face. "I do feel better. Here... No one thinks about me, knows my name, or who I am; I go to the same classes every day but no one ever talks to me. I... No one stares at me, watches me, touches me..." She looked down, hair falling to mask her expression. "It is mostly very nice."

She grinned, pointed teeth giving the gesture an oddly feral feeling. "I guess that means I am nothing, then."

There was a city? She thought this over, finally nodding slowly. She wasn't good with crowds, but if Raphael was there then she'd be willing to try it. "Guitarra... Is that the one you play... Like this, right?" She mimed the strumming of strings, looking up at him for conformation. She was not well versed in the field of music, either. "It has very pretty music."