Sesshouseki... it sounded Japanese. And yet the woman, with her perfect American accent, pronounced it flawlessly. Of course, very little else had made sense so far. Did 'America' and 'Japan' even mean anything here?

Skuldugggery had to admit, it was possible she really was immortal if she came from another reality. So he generously gave her the benefit of the doubt there and moved on. "I might have been entertaining the thought," he admitted. "Of this not being my own reality, I mean. But I don't think it's the reality I should have ended up in, either." Just a few minutes ago, voicing that thought out loud would have made Skulduggery sag with relief, but now...

He cocked his head at her last question, noting in particular her use of the phrase 'whatever you are.' It was an odd choice of words, and a little too coincidental. "I'm what's called an Elemental. The only thing I can sense about you is that you're standing in front of me. Which is fairly useless, as far as useful information goes." Remembering his new real and physical face, Skulduggery looked at her with what he hoped was a proper mixture of suspicion and curiosity, but really could have been anything. He needed to find a mirror at some point.

"What do you sense about me?"