Molly racked her brain momentarily, trying to decide whether Ariadne had been Greek or Roman when she'd done her studies in high school, but the question quickly left her when she realized it hardly mattered; there was no way they were the same, obviously (although she had heard some pretty far-fetched stories since arrival and couldn't put anything past this place, apparently).

"Valeria? No, I don't know it either. But I doubt there's a lotta folks here that would know Bemidji, so we might as well say we've got that in common." Molly, who had every right to think of the world in negative terms always seemed to look for the bright side of situations. She had to, if only to keep her sanity during frightfully tough times.

She glanced back again, slowing some while curiosity read on her expression. "What did you do in Valeria, Airy? If you don't mind me asking."