[ She finds a seat to curl up in, elbows braced on her knees and hands rubbing her chilled arms. She's still in a New Feather dress, not having had, well, anything available to change into yet. But she's unwilling to interrupt the direction this conversation is headed in to go clothes hunting. ]

Invaded? [ Her eyebrows fly up. ] ... god, didn't that happen before, once? I feel like I remember hearing about something like that. What happened?