The names meant nothing to Clarice, save that they were of a place that she had never heard of and added to the alien-ness of the woman's air. The names were vaguely Asian, Clarice thought, though having never been to Asia herself she could not confirm whether they actually were and this woman was from some distant time to her own, or whether they merely sounded similar and she was from a completely different world. (She had been briefed on this in more detail. She had taken it in stride as much as she could, but it was still strange to her.)
"Unbalanced," Clarice repeated. She motioned to one of the beat cops, who brought her a chair. This could take some time, and if Clarice was going to build a good rapport it would help to be on the same level as Kuvira, not above her. She settled down on the metal folding chair, rearranging the folder on her lap and smoothing out her slacks. "Did you feel very unbalanced at the time?"