Sansa's identity was shredding around her, but she had gathered the rags of Alayne Stone around her and still hid behind them. The name was wrong, and she knew that she was not alone here - it was a matter of time before either this technology they spoke of or Sandor Clegane announced that she had been lying from the start, until they knew her to be a liar and could not possibly understand the why of it.

She had not been Sansa Stark for such a long time, she didn't even know who she really was. Not in this place. Not where her name had no meaning, no weight, and no responsibility - or, at least it had not those things until she was found again by those from her home. She had one place that she found some sort of peace, staring at the stars - used to quietly sitting and staring out at the glittering lights that made up (she had been told) other worlds, other suns.

She smiled at the woman who was already there, and then she realised she did not know her. A smile ghosted across her lips, and she nodded her head once. "Good morning, m'lady." Alayne was polite - so was Sansa, but Alayne assumed all had better claim to titles than she. She sat next to her, her auburn braid thick and heavy, the roots of her hair clearly redder than the faded, grown-out dye. She did not speak again yet, because this was a quiet place-- until, after a moment. "Are you new?"