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Despite Memory's enthusiastic greeting this male is known as Mal still didn't appear pleased, and didn't return the greeting. His main concern was the length of time between now and his last visit with Memory. Cordelia had no idea how long in between it was, but she knew that their conversation had changed Memory's path. And perhaps if it hadn't taken so long she would have missed the chance to leave with him. The attention was then on her asking why she was with him. She wished Memory had explained it. It was embarrassing to admit she had been captured. 

Getting up from her laying down the position into a sit her malnourished form was a bit more apparent. She wanted to address Mal properly now that a conversation was in sue, but she was still a bit exhausted and sitting was more comfortable than supporting herself in a stand. "No Sir. I was an unjust captive of the Nightwalkers. Memory helped me leave." she admitted softly still embarrassed for needing to explain her situation to a stranger. "My hope is that the Reneian Empire will be willing to house me."