Lion Head Mesa i keep digging myself down deeper

In a flash, the water is before her. She looks at it and seems to sink in to the floor, puddling beside it, before taking a sip. The mazoi sticks close, and when Nazli is able to she tries to answer the question.
She isn't sure, and her answer reflects that: a shrug of those sharp shoulders.
I don't remember it well. Another sip, and she starts to feel better. But I've been here... a few days? Miss Tee — uh, Tavina, has been minding me. She didn't mention Senmut, whose quarters were only a few steps along the corridor opposite, given that her bedfurs often smelled of him; the erpa-ha visited often.
You're... familiar. That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. When did you...?