[ There is a bit of a strange pause after he says that first thing. It's not even like it's too long, but something about the combination of what he's saying - something that would be wild to your average person, surely - combined with the pause that makes Ange wonder if there's something there.

.. or maybe there isn't. Maybe she's reading too much into things, into everything, desperately trying to find answers where there are none.

So she lets the thought rest for now, instead focusing on his question. ]

It depends. [ Her words are a touch slower than the usual.

This hits on an awkward point, after all. The thought of all the people she's known here over the past year who just disappeared, who she hasn't seen since, who she won't ever see again - and only god knows what exactly this place did to them. ]

There are some people who are here for as long as I have, but not many. I wouldn't say it's common to be here for this long. Some people only are here for a week or two before they're gone, some a few months. [ .. the girl grows quiet for a moment, and then adds in that same slow, thoughtful manner: ] I really am not sure what determines how long someone is here for. It could just be random chance, I guess. [ Because--

Why else would she still be here? She's nothing special at all, she thinks. ]