The body in the chest could be a doll. Almost. Curiously free of blood, and yet still gory - that is, after all, a real human body - she looks almost more like a wax figure. Up until she's assembled again, joints and muscles pressed into each other, and then her eyes open and she raises her head and gasps for air, a hoarse rasp.

She's maybe in her early to mid thirties, so not exactly the traditional definition of a maiden - but then, neither is Seoraj, really. She's xenian, but it's not immediately obvious, just when you look closely. Her fingers are webbed. Her eyes are bloodshot and roll back into her head slowly. There are thin pink lines in her skin where her body parts came back together, like doll joints, she'll probably always have the scars.

"Where..." But she knows where she is - the gold chest tucked in the backwaters of Chnum, where nobody should have been looking. Her eyes open, unfocus, focus, unfocus again. Her hand flies to her throat, there's nothing there. "The key." She turns and her eyes find Bruce for the first time and her voice is rusty and low, like she hasn't used it in a while; god knows how long she's been in there. "Did my mother send you?"