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Spin blinked and stood back, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I suppose that is the right attitude to have about it," she admitted after a moment, "I remember being... different than what I am now..." it was all still quite blurry and foggy in her mind, "...I think perhaps I died..."
She looked somber for half a moment, then pretty much shook it off with a quick motion, like a dog shaking off an excess of water, "But it doesn't matter- I am alive, no matter what the circumstances. Perhaps I am still allowing myself to cling too much to the past- and I never even really liked it that much to begin with."
She gestured vaguely, "I suppose I shouldn't have laughed- I knew plenty of females who -would- seriously try and take over any strange place they ended up in," she chuckled, but it was less aimed at the drider, "but I'd like to think they'd only get their fool selves killed for it."
She tilted her head, grinned, "I am sorry, sir drider," she murmured- and it was only somewhat teasing- maybe there was a slight real apology buried in there that she would deny. It was getting easier, really, speaking with males.

She smiled wryly, "It's a far more useful instinct to carry over than some of the first things I was able to remember."
Spin didn't kid herself- if there was one thing she could pick and choose as a general thing to remember, even -she- might think 'Stay away from drow females' to be a useful instinct.
"Hmm, Alakvyld.... I go by the name of 'Spinneret,'" she replied, impulsively, "It's not my birth name, to be sure... and I suppose it's slightly childish... but I've been calling myself that in my head since I got here. So, it's my name."
She shrugged and moved on, "As for what I'm doing here... I was just walking home and I got lost," she pointed at the bag at her side, "I stole some things from the surfacers and had to make a quick getaway to the roads."
The drowess seemed entirely shameless and unrepentant about stealing things.

The drowess found herself pleased when he didn't seem to find her name odd or anything- it wasn't exactly -entirely- drow-like, but it wasn't far from the theme. It fit her much better than her birth-name, though... more like a comfy blanket than the stifling mantle of her old life. ...but that was enough reminiscing, even if she'd only done it for a moment.
She made a grand gesture, speaking theatrically, "Ahh, but I have -faith- on my side, Alakvyld!"
Spin snorted, her tone dropping back to normal-for-her, "Well... some faith. I would rather just try and make my way back to the city myself somehow instead of mewling like some helpless infant to my Lord every time something doesn't work out my way," she paused, "I might as well ask if perchance -you- know the way back to the dark city? Since I'm speaking to you and all."

Ahh, well, maybe she -wasn't- getting the hang of talking to males after all. She half-smiled cynically, "I won't argue with you," maybe if she had been new to her faith, she would have. As it stood, well, she realized she was only just learning about her own faith and didn't entirely understand it herself. "I just suppose I disagree- sometimes if someone in power shows a little mercy or guidance, well... then perhaps a follower or even a child shall prove a useful ally someday," she shrugged, "That is all," she chuckled wryly, "But this is coming from someone who found a home because of a god's indulgence... and someone who hasn't had any of her own children yet- just helped raise a younger brother."
She eyed the drider, her smile broadening, "But I suppose I understand- you must be terribly strong yourself... I doubt you've needed much in the way of indulgences."
...she was flirting, flattering a little- she just couldn't resist after all, he was so elegantly put-together!
"In any case, I thank you for the direction."

The insult just seemed to roll off her- frankly her pride had suffered worse wounds and gotten over it, and she knew she was a little foolish for getting lost. Once she either found her brother or she gave up on finding him and learned a little more self-defense, she would have to learn her way around a bit better...
Spin chuckled, "Ahh, so you think perhaps I'm helpless... but not entirely -hopeless-, hmm? Or at least I'll take your words that way. Even if it's not much help, I'm still thankful- I haven't had much of a chance to talk to anyone, let alone someone as... exquisite as yourself," she straightened her clothes and sighed, "I only wish I'd gone out looking my best today. Damn..."

Her hands continued to fiddle with her clothing for a moment, but her eyes followed the motion of his hair. It looked so -silky-, mmph. Oh, wait, what was he saying? She made herself tune back in and stopped her hopeless fiddling.
Spin snorted, "I am merely someone who only possesses one good dress and who wishes for it not to be torn- it's not really my area of expertise, repairing such things."
She eyed him, "Though I do suppose you may not have to deal with clothing issues. I can't really blame you," oh, on the contrary, she was most appreciative of the view... where was she again? "Ahh, I do like your circlet, though- very elegant."
Spin scuttled along after him, continuing to prattle, "Oh, so if something followed you, are you going to throw me in front of it?" she seemed quite chipper, really, for saying such a thing, "Or do you merely wish an audience for your inevitable victory?" she flattered, "...or maybe you just think the idea of a female trying to poke something to death with a stick is humorous."

Watching the drider touching his circlet made her grasp her own pendant without really meaning to- it was the plainest piece of jewelry she owned, but it was also the one she rarely ever took off. To be fair, even if she did take it off, she felt uneasy until she could put it back on... she supposed it was a bit ridiculous, but it was comforting- even if she had to clean it constantly so it didn't get smudged from all her handling.
"Yes, I had other pieces of jewelry, and my dress- they were on me from the first moment I remember, and they seemed familiar enough... so I never questioned if they belonged to me or not-" she half-smiled, "not that I'd give anything -back- if anyone claimed any of it!"
Her half-smile turned into a velvety sort of chuckle, "Ahh, beg pardon, Alakvyld- sometimes my imagination fails me and I can't think of the mindset of someone running away from you, wise though it may be," her red eyes glittered in the darkness, "Oh? My -firm- a**, did you say? Are you just presuming or have you been -looking-?"