Zetta stared at Pram like she had grown a second head. First she acted like her normal self, and then she suddenly got angry at him? For something that hadn't even been his fault (well... not directly, anyway)? Even with the sparks in the air and Pram's clear anger, Zetta seemed to be more confused and annoyed than anything else. "What the hell are you talking about?! That happened weeks ago!"

Seriously, what was her problem? He hadn't even done anything to deserve this kind of thing this time. Why was she going on about Seedle? Did she hit her head on the way in? Or... her side, he guessed, since that was where she was bleeding.

...Wait, that was where she had been stabbed by Seedle back then, wasn't it? Why was that still bleeding? She couldn't be... could she? Was Pram actually telling the truth?

Zetta crossed his arms and looked down at her, the gears still turning in his head as he attempted to process all of this. "So... are... you from the past?" he asked slowly, trying out the only answer he seemed to have come to. It sounded weird. Really weird. Which, he guessed, if anything fit this place.

Her comment about him having to earn another favor from her had been long forgotten by this point. "Besides, Alex kicked his ass shortly after that point. Haven't seen him in awhile." Not that Zetta was going to complain about that. The longer he went without seeing the bastard's face, the better.