Siubhan wanted to burst out laughing at his idiotic guesses, but she kept her face straight as she responded. "Yes, I'm a Scientologist, and initiation is jumping on Oprah's couch like a lunatic. The only problem there is Oprah's no longer on the air, so we aren't exactly accepting any new members." She shrugged her shoulders, throwing him a sympathetic look before she finally let out a laugh. "Alright, alright. I guess I can see your point though. But there will be no showing of anything. This is a verbal conversation only." Siubhan had the chance right now to say the truth, just let it all out. She wanted him to know everything about her the way she wanted to know everything about him, so she didn't plan on hiding anything. Because of who he was, she was less forthcoming than she was with any of the other pack.
Looking over at him, studying him a bit before speaking, she took a deep breath and started talking. "Well, I don't exactly know any of the details surrounding my birth. My mother never liked talking about it, and she certainly didn't like me asking about it. But I guess you could say I'm from around everywhere. We were rogues, most of my life, and we traveled all over. In later years, my mother and I primarily stuck around Colorado, mostly on the outskirts of the state. There was a hunter who was tracking us though, and we knew exactly who he was and what he was up to, but we got a little cocky about that. We always felt we had the upper hand, but hunters can come in numbers sometimes and this hunter did just that, sneaking up on us when we had our guard down." Siubhan looked away, getting a little emotional. It was a hard scene to think about, let alone talk about. The scene replayed in her head on a daily basis, feeling real each time. It took her a moment to regain her composure, but she carried on regardless. "They killed my mother, and I was badly hurt. I spent the next year healing and hiding on my own. That was really hard for me. My mother was everything to me. She taught me everything I know, and I have her to thank for my survival. The only thing she left out was who my father was, and of course, that was the one thing I've always wanted to know. So when she... well when she passed, I spent a great deal searching through her things trying to find any sort of clue as to who my father could be. And then one day, I found it. It was written down so plainly in one of her journals. It was the perfect hiding place. But anyway, I found out his name, and a name was all I needed. Determined to find him, I ended up here. And I found the pack, which means so much to me. My mother loved it being just the two of us, but I always wanted to be part of a pack. I don't really like being alone, which might be hard for you to believe. So anyway, here I am and that's my story."