The two men look at each other with concern. I take a deep breath and smooth my cloths. "Please excuse my outburst, master, I was simply overwhelmed by the immensity of your discovery. I am ashamed to have caused you any concern." I assume the position of great remorse: head down, hands folded properly in front of me. Master Connely is silent for a moment.

"...I-"

"Sir Finley, mister Connely, oh what a day to be alive!" Tobias approaches our gathering with a giant smile. Master and Sir Finley pull their attention to the scientist. I keep my eyes trained to the floor. In all of the lifetimes I have lived, I have never let my emotions control me as they had just within these last few days. Losing composure, and falling to the floor like a Mary Sue on a trip to an emotional breakdown. I didn't have such problems even during the lifetimes I experienced these tragedies. I would simply experience the moment, and then move on safe in the knowledge that it would most likely not be the last. My weakness at this moment is truly shameful, and I know that more outbursts like this will lead to death. I have lived a very easy and carefree life so far and I do not want it to end so quickly.

        The men chatter away about the discovery as I struggle with my internal voice. I am so engrossed that I don't even notice the question asked of me, or even when they turn to me expecting an answer. "Meredith?" My eyes snap up to more looks of concern and I smile meekly hoping to dissipate any uncomfortable feelings they may be having. "Forgive me, I am on another world it seems. May I be of assistance?" Master's face has become more neutral but a ridge has formed between his eyebrows. That is not a good sign. " we were just wondering if you could recount to us the stories told to you as a child. They seem to be very accurate in their account as demonstrated today with your knowledge of how ancient carts were utilized to their fullest potential." Sir Finley states in a low and smooth voice. His face a mask of a smile. So fake and plastic. He is afraid something is wrong with me, and that I might break at any moment. I would be almost flattered if it were because he was actually concerned at all about my well- being. I spread a smile of my own across my face. " Of course. I am at your service, whatever information you would like." Everyone seems to relax.