Gaynor wasn't quite sure where to start, so she just started talking. "So, the way you talk, it's just so formal, and lots of big words, and . . . I'm not quite sure how to start this. Um . . . So the last thing you said was "Might this answer be suitable?" You should've said something like, 'Is that answer good enough for you?" She put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, I've just never been the best teacher."
"The Raids?" Gaynor said, "I don't know very much of it (true). I was a only a kid when they happened (true). I've been told, though that you wouldn't want to be in the towns that got destroyed. You were dead as soon as they decided to kill you (also true)."
"What if not everyone died?" he said, his voice dangerously cold. "What if, by some strange miracle, fifteen or so years ago, a young girl escaped, and she might now in her twenties. Fancy that, hmm? How might that have been for normal speech, Gaynor?"