Just then, Ophelia's expression shifts in the blink of my eye. It has gone from malice to concern in a way that can't be normal. It's quite alarming. I cross my arms behind my back. Ophelia's eyes follow every move. I clear my throat and drag my eyes to meet her emerald ones. The motion draws an unexpected small smile from Ophelia's fine features. It's oddly pretty.

"So, so you, um, are you also here by... accident?" This seems like a safe topic. It draws attention away from my forearms, at least. 

Ophelia sighs and closes her eyes. She's immobile for a few seconds, before looking down at me.

"Yes, and it also appears I am quite lost. Looks like we're in this together, eh?"

Ophelia's mannerism is much different than it was a few seconds ago. She speaks fluidly now, not dragging nor slurring her words like before. It's like fliping through radio stations. The diference is vast.