An abrupt laugh is torn from the woman, quickly covering her mouth she pulls her legs up onto the couch and to her side leaning on one arm.

"My, clumsy is an understatement. You know, in this universe, it'd quite the emberassment to let your head fly so easily. I assume it's of no bother to you?"

"Aye, can be. Ach, I apologize. We've only just met and here I am regaling you of my escapades.
I hope you daena find me rude.
I'm afraid any of my tales will end in either gruesome victory, lustful defeat, or fukin'.

What about you lass? Got a tale to spin?"

A small smirk playing on her lips, it's amusing to see what people will latch on to, when the subjects are seeded through conversation.

"Oh aye. He was more a half demon. They're much more amiable and gods is the sex good. Infernal magics and sex seem to go hand in hand if it's consensual"

"Aye.. ya know demons can be fun, used ta sleep around with one while back. I promise ya though, almost none of em can be trusted.
Soo, ye don' remember where yer from?
Nothin' at all?

That'd drive me mad if I forgot my home"

"I'd be careful, 'f I were you. Ya bamf into the wrong place, ya could end up hurt or worse. I assume ya can fight, if yer able to planewalk like that"

Sipping her own, she seems to hesitate for a moment. Closing her eyes. A soft smile on her lips.

"9 hells come ta mind"

The liquid was poured generously, as the bottle seemed to refill even as she set it down. Taking her own glass and swirling it. She leveled a green eyed gaze at the fellow dullahan.

"Oh? Lost are ya? That's nae good. So.. yer just popping into one dimension after ta other?"

A soft smirk playing on the red heads lips, she motions to a large couch. Across from it another couch, and a table between.

The woman moves with grace, despite her size. Arriving with a clear bottle of dark brown liquid and some glasses

"Same to you lass. So, tell me where do you come from?

Stepping into the woman's cabin, what the door opens to is what's seems to be a much larger home than what was shown outside.

Most of it hewn from the living wood. She guides the other woman to a sitting area.

"Ach, apologies miss. The names Ferrell, Saorsie Ferrell. And yourself?"

A soft chuckle comes from the woman's broad chest, sighing she heads towards the door of her cabin.

"Aye, I get what ya mean. No, lass I'm no' gonna trap you here. If you wanna stay, you can, if you wanna leave, I can guide ya out.

Ya want a drink?"