"America, yeah. I was in New York before I was brought here."

Already Aya misses the busy streets and the smells of food carts. She's a city girl at heart, even if Aqures Ixen is almost just as bustling as home, it would seem.

She listens, her expression neutral up until that last part MarKus just reveals, in which she frowns. "I noticed something felt... different." Her mitochondria, that is. Ever since she woke up, she felt almost normal. Before that Christmas Eve almost a decade ago when everything she ever knew had changed. Part of her would have been happy about it, but in truth Aya found it a little worrisome. "I hope you're right. If I'm going to be here for some time, I'd like to be able to make something of it."