She nodded again, "We all are. Adopted, I mean. And from the island." She tilted her head to the side a little and studied her face. It was one she'd seen before, not in life, but as a child in a photograph or something? Her memory was clear, but not precise. It only added to her loopy demeanor.
"Do you mean Sascha?" She didn't suppose they were talking about Dana, but who knew? Why she would be asking about either of them was odd to her.