"They do not. I trust myself to not go to places where they may," even though she had ended up going into the Necrohol at some point. It had been madness, the thick mist messing with her senses until they had finally left.

She pushes a few stray strands of white hair off of her shoulder, and shakes it for good measure. "Ah. Brought here without consent." A frown tugs at her lips. "I am Fran, hailing from Ivalice."