Sariatu turns, confused, when the young woman speaks to her. She's never met the girl, at least to her memory. Granted, even though she's lucid now doesn't make the muddled memories of the years she was deteriorating any clearer.

Still, she's relatively certain, between this location and the girl's reaction, that there is some sort of issue happening that she has nothing to do with.

"Sariatu," she says, arching an eyebrow. "Are you always so abrupt?"