Her lips where still quivering, though the flow of tears had certainly slowed down. Hey eyes unsettled, darted around her body faintly shaking. It was as though she was a different person.
"I don't..." she said, slower but still sniffing, "I don't know where I am. I don't understand anything, I don't remember how I got here."
For the first time it occurred to him that she had been speaking to him in his own language. He hadn't thought twice about it as he never socialised, but however he looked at her, she was a foreigner.
"Do you perhaps not speak German?" he asked scratching his chin in thought.
"Speak what?" she asked, her face plastered with confusion.
"German, we are in the middle of Berlin." he repeated.
Blank expression she stared at him dumbfounded. Marroc was starting to feel like a worse villain by the second. It was almost like his fate was forcing him to play his role of a destroyer in other ways not that he had abandoned his duty.
"Where are you from? Must be somewhere in Europe from your accent." he pressed her for at least some kind of information.
"B-bavilim?" she stuttered, her answer coming out more like a question.
The word itself sounded vaguely familiar though he couldn't quite place it.
"Rather where were you before you got here?" he refrased his question.
Wiping her face she answered with a little more confidence, "I was living with my cousin. I woke up here, I-"
Cut off mid sentence she fell to her knees holding her head as if in pain. Sweat began to build up and her body fell motionless to the floor.
Not having much of a choice Marroc decided to take her back upstairs. He actually used to stairs this time, as he didn't trust the elevator and didn't know is she would survive the fall. If she was like them, she was certainly unstable and he couldn't know what abilities she had. She was heavier than expected, but he managed to get her up all six floors with only a light sweat to tell the tale.
The girl awkwardly hung over his shoulders he went through his lock system again, regretting his choice of security for the first time. Went inside and placed her on his couch. He then went staight to his celleret and poured himself a shot of whiskey.