[her eyes are fairly sparkling to see that magic worked - clever, clever - but once the threat is gone, she flicks blood off her blade and falls back down again.]

Another me...well, such a thing is possible-[and while she speaks, she draws a circle in front of her with her free hand, the space around them for three meters secure with a faint distortion in the air where the force spell is.]-but probable, that's another question altogether. And really, I'm still trying to sort out this where and why that a few more questions on the nature of being can't hurt.

Ah, sir, if we weren't under the threat of our lives being ripped from us, I would dearly love to ask you so many questions about the one of me that is yours, to understand what it is that I've been called forth into the absence of.

[another her. she recalls the way she had to separate her version of someone against the one who was not him, to have the confidence that he found home in the many facets of what was. it's not something that she thinks she's above - but it raises so very many questions.]