"There isn't much to talk about before my life before~" The entire spy thing made her life much less fun to talk about, let alone the fact that she really didn't want to think about the things that no longer were in her life.

"But as for comin' back--well, I woke up outside of the City of the Free Peoples. It's a mouthful of a name, ain't it? Atrómitos is much easier to say."

Shura pulls her legs up underneath her, getting comfortable as she can on a wooden crate in a cold alley. The best way to fight off the cold was to take a long drink of the liquor. It reminds her faintly of her childhood home.