[Quiet Man Cometh]

"I've managed so far" Dara says in responce to Michael John, having not really settled on what to call him just yet. It was not a statement of defiance, but one of simple fact. She was travelling alone and she was not dead.

Dara looked quietly at the group, the humans, - or potential humans - and what they called the Nephilim. *Thing* was about closest word she could some to describe it. It had yet to do anything to give her room to make much of an opinion of it, aside from speak in a somewhat confusing way. The latesst words were not the least bit confusing though. She wasn't sure she wanted to travel with this group but she also didn't have any place particular to go, or reason to get anywhere.

After a few moments, she said to the nephilim, "you haven't said anything to me that I can answer." She paused where normally she would put a name. Lacking that she moved to the obvious question. "Where are you going?"