”You weren’t though?” Elisa asked.

”…As it turned out, no.” Again, Elisa’s perceptiveness was somehow a pleasant surprise. ”My lover, he had escaped as well. And found me, weeks later.” She admitted. The bittersweet thoughts of Goliath evoking a familiar, if now distant, swirl of complex emotion in her.

Elisa smiled a little. ”At least you weren’t alone.” She offered. ”What happened to him?”

Dominique smiled a little wistfully. ”Long gone… he died in a battle, protecting me.” She fought the familiar bitter twist of grief that came from thinking of that time. His death had not been at all… easy… on her. But, Goliath, by that point, had been old… had lived a full life. Worse… much worse, was that they’d also had a son, who’d been young… though old enough to fight. She had lost him that same wretched day as well, to a spear thrown by a human. The grief and rage she’d felt at all humans over his loss, she wondered if she would ever truly get over it… If she could, if she had or not, regardless, it was one subject she wasn’t going to talk about with Elisa, not now at least. If she told that story… there would be no hiding the hate in her eyes, and, somehow, the idea of Elisa Maza seeing that side of her was… not a pleasant thought.

”…I’m sorry.” Elisa told her simply.

Dominique smiled, just a little, at that. ”My turn?” She asked. There was much more to that part of her story of course, even than her son’s death, but now was not the time to go into any more of it with her new human… acquaintance.

Elisa nodded.

”…tell me about your day yesterday. Why were you out so late?” She asked, judging it a simple enough question that might tell her more of the other woman than might be obvious. And it had the added advantage that if Elisa were somehow other than she presented herself, her answering this question might reveal it. Of course, once she was back at her home, she fully intended to have Elisa Maza investigated thoroughly by all the means available to her. It was only prudent.

Elisa considered that a moment. ”My shift usually starts at six, but I came in early to catch up on some paperwork.” She explained, smiling a little. ”I’ve been busy lately, and I sort of let it pile up.” She admitted with a just a hint of shy embarrassment evident. By her apartment, Dominique could tell Elisa liked to keep things, if not overly neat, then… in order. It showed she had a certain need for… control, which Dominique could certainly sympathize with. ”My captain wasn’t too thrilled about that, but she understands.”