"It doesn't make sense," she admits. As far as she knows only the gods can do that kind of thing, and it's obviously not one of the Dark Quartet -- her world is their world. It would have to be a dead god like Zeus, or an almost-god like Olidammara, but none of the ones she's heard of are named anything like 'the Rift' and she can't see why any of them other than Olidammara would bother with her. Interference is dangerous for them, that much has been made clear.

"Define its world," she requests, wondering if perhaps he is sick. He doesn't look sick aside from the sneezing. Allergies? Irrelevant. "I'm not aware of any -- achoo! -- of anything outside -- asdjoo!"

She trails off to take a moment to wipe her nose on her sleeve. "That's not normal," she notes. "I don't understand. If it doesn't serve the gods, why would it be interested in me?"