No, I am not 'him.' [ The way he says it sends a fire shooting up through her blood and she clenches her fists, already fed up with the conversation. It isn't the first, second, third, or even fifth time that she's heard who she is, or isn't, and it's finally beginning to wear at the usually-light-hearted young woman. The Warden looks fairly sour as she shakes her head, biting back snappy retorts and comments in a last-ditch effort to explain. ] But I am Warden Cousland.

[ Void take anyone who said otherwise. She won't question herself anymore. ]

In Wonderland? [ Or in the mingled array of Thedases? She scoffs faintly, again shaking her head, as if this will drive away the negativity and bitterness that bites at her like mosquitoes. ] They say a Queen, or Duchess, or both has brought us here. They also say that the mansion itself holds power. I haven't been here for long enough to say for sure, but I think you would have some trouble finding anyone who would claim to know the whole truth.