That seemed to be a common enough story. Sabra nodded slightly as he talked, affirmation that she was listening. She didn't pass out, but the event of coming to Paixao didn't seem to be heralded by any specific event. Then there was the problem of time in Paixao. Not everyone she knew was from the same when and made it rather difficult.

However, she was not an altruistic person. Sabra also noticed the small shift of his arm and her eyes dropped to the notebooks he was holding. Not a weapon, but certainly worth remembering.

"It pulls people from various places."