Woods were not unfamiliar to Elfleda. There had been another place, another time... Another her.

Another creak amongst the bark...

Different, then. In so many ways.

"I lost myself," the brunette replied, smile casual as she slipped past a branch. Where she had touched the tree, unseen by Slayer, the wood had turned brittle, scorched and somehow... Older? Diseased? Or just transformed? Maybe all. Maybe none. "As if time no longer applied."

A pause and then laughter from the English girl, as if it had been waiting for the chance to well up, all this time. It seemed not to matter what she did - everything seemed somehow right. Natural. A whispered siren call, almost.

"But you seem like someone who makes friends easily, hmm?"

Because there it was. Elfleda's true motivation for being here. Not Slayerhood alone, but those she was coming to know.

"I'll bet you've made some rather interesting acquaintances, here in Nevada. Am I right?"