I Have No Mouth but I Need to Scream

Strega returned the female's gaze evenly, dual colored eyes peering dully beneath lashes, having to look up at her due to their height difference. The female stared at her with this strange look, the concept of oust lost on the female. She had never seen it before, let alone experienced it. The only emotions she was familiar with were the innocent ones of her youth, and the negative ones that had shaped her last three years. The laugh perplexed her, as she could not recall saying anything funny, however it seemed to be more of an excited laugh than a ha-ha laugh, and Strega simply waited for an explanation.

It came shortly after, and Strega tipped her head to the side, a very faint smile setting her lips askew. "Oh? Grazie, signora. And your name?" She inquired, noting the female had not given it. "Italian is language if love, many say." She herself was not familiar with this, but it had been said by travelers back home. Strega would agree it was a lovely language to listen to, though she frequently forgot such, being a speaker of it made it less of a big deal.

"This place.... It is strange to me. I wished to see it for my own eyes up close. The den is from humans, si?" A pointed glance around sent a shiver down her spine, it was so unnatural, the shapes so straight and non organic. Everything was unform. Clinical. Cold. She found that she quite enjoyed it, so different from anything else she had ever seen. It was no wonder this strange woman lived here, something about the ship seemed very befitting of the skull-clad demoness.