She busies herself in the kitchen acquiring water (for him) and a glass of wine (for her); this is at least a slight improvement when compared to her previous steady diet of all martinis all the time. Hasibe glances over her shoulder in the process, eyebrows half-raised at the question. She smiles, slightly.

"Yes. I've done this before--not the 'alternate dimension' bit, but starting over..." She shrugs. "It frightens me considerably less than it does others, I suspect."

Hasibe made herself up in the first place. She's a story she already knows by heart, and has no problems adjusting or retelling said story when necessary. "And you?"

At which point she turns to set down the glass. Huan, having completed his obligatory Bruce Inspection, suddenly flops over on his side, the weight of which being enough to send a faint tremor through the floorboards.