"Oh, thank you. You sure are a charmer."
I wasn't sure if I got the sarcasm in her tone as I was too focused on her face, not whatever she spouted.
"Thank you too," I said, staring blankly at her, "my mum raised me well."
The woman gave me a careful stare and clicked her tongue. Then she helped me to move to the other toilet, which was about a five-minute walk away. Also, by help, I meant she almost carried me, and it seemed to take no effort from her end.
With her touch being so gentle and soothing, I almost felt like I should let her do whatever she was planning with me.
Again, I didn't know if I was pulling from my other memories of her, as I wasn't so easily trusting a person in the first meeting. The memories of those days weren't vivid in my mind. Honestly, my mind wasn't in the state to make vivid memories in that hell.
We moved for a couple of minutes in silence which seemed to enlarge the moment. I held too much curiosity about her to keep silence.
