A shame we can't take anything back, I'd like to be able to have something from such a beautiful place.

[Willow's expression becomes almost childlike in delight as she takes in the sights as well as eyeing the things as they walk. Until she sees something in particular that makes her pause.

A figure. That looks like... Her. She can't be imagining things, but that's impossible, she's never visited until now, how is there something that looks similar to her?]

Eva, a question. How is it that your world knows what I look like? As well as what looks to be my name?

[You've got some explaining to do Eva.]