[ She has the suspicion neither of them are exceedingly hopeful about any clarity ringing out in the foreseeable future. For how cloudy her memories still seem to be and no new ones sliding on in, Malia's a little grim about them surfacing.

She inhales slowly, lips pressing together at the notion of the friendliness of they who seem like locals. Her shoulders rise a tiny bit, but she listens to what else he says, taking in that name.

She gives him a perplexed look. ] Malia. And you're right, that is a weird name. I didn't know people were named after numbers. And, honestly? It's nice to talk to people who aren't trying to act weirdly friendly. [ Which is a compliment rather than an insult, though who knows if he'll read her words as that. There's no insult in her tone. She glances around again. ] Did you check out any of the houses yet?