Utterly Mad

Ferret's first response was to be startled, her second was a brief moment of terror after she had spun about, scrabbling at her belt to try and draw her sword. She felt a great deal of panic, but could see that the woman, who would identify herself as "Lydia," was visibly excited. Ferret had finally managed to draw her sword, and though it's appearance was clearly of some discomfort to Lydia, it could not wipe the look of joy she bore. "Please, please," she said, turning her head from something ferret couldn't see, "put it away please, it pains me to look at it. I don't want to hurt you, It's been too long a time since I've spoken to anyone to want to harm you. I'm Lydia. Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you here? Where are you going?" and a flood of other questions. Her sincerity was disarming, and Ferret found it difficult to be terrified of such earnestness. "I... Sorry, could you slow down a bit?" The situation was bizarre, never had she ever thought of the possibility of encountering someone reasonable, alive or dead, in the ruins of the city.