Karina | Narcissa
Narcissa couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the girl. While she may have looked exactly like her, her mannerisms seemed to prove she was still a young girl. She seemed to have a hope and a dream to try and pursue here, as well as escape some kinda of sexism she might have found back home. Really, Narcissa shouldn't blame the girl and actually support her.
But there was just something that rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps it was the fact she felt like her face was being stolen by someone else, but she pushed that thought to the back of her head. She believed she was growing as an individual here and tried her best to try and make the girl comfortable.
"Almost a year," she said. She wouldn't get into the nitty-gritty of the strange circumstances that revolved around Preya. If she didn't know about it now, she would soon enough. She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. "Still getting used to everything, however. I have a newborn and that seems to take up all my time and energy."