[Kaderin Triste]

Forcing herself to finally sit up, Krystalina cautiously grabbed the proffered herb and sniffed it.
"So...I eat this?" It didn't look familiar at all, but without waiting for a reply, she nibbled at it. After a few seconds to realized that she should probably also introduce herself. She had never been very good at the whole politeness thing, but had been making an effort to improve since it was hard to keep a job otherwise.
"Oh and uh...I'm Krysta-...uh just call me Tali." It was then that she happened to flance down at her clothes, which were not quite the same as what she usually wore. "What kind of sick fucking joke is this? Leggings as pants?! What is this, twenty-fifteen? Ugh!" She stared down at her outfit in disgust, from the shirt all the way down to her boots, nothing was the same as the last outfit she remembered wearing. "How the hell did I end up in this horrible outfit?" It was, of course, a rhetorical question. She didn't really care what she was caring anymore now that she started to look around at the room. This was definitely not her home. Or anywhere else familiar, for that matter.