She nodded. "Got it in one. You fit how momma described you."
By all accounts, she should feel strange talking to this man, an enemy of her father, but a comrade of her mother. But didn't momma and her father start off as enemies as well, they respected eachother now which, considering Shang Tsung, was saying something.
She didn't care though, why should she, when the warrior she was talking to was long dead in her world.