[ She thinks for a moment on her answer; it's not something she's dwelled upon terribly since her arrival here. When she speaks, it's slowly, carefully -- she's articulating her thoughts, thinking out loud, mostly. ] I don't know. I've seen people know us, know who were are that we have no knowledge of, and there are those here who are nothing more than figments of the imagination where we come from. [ She grows a little serious. ] I'm not sure I believe it at all-- but then again, if you had told me I'd be teammates with one Norse God, and enemy to another as little as two months ago, I wouldn't have believed it, either. Anything, I suppose, is possible, once you've dealt with aliens and magic and Gods. [ There's a small pause, and her voice grows quiet, more distant. ] I feel real. That's what matters to me the most.