Plasm stood silently, so transfixed on the rising mist that floated away that the highwayman's words fell on deaf audible glans. Her mind reeled on what had just transpired here. Who was this svirfneblin and what was his purpose here? What was the name he mentioned? Juiblex? The various patterns in Plasm's currently nude yet featureless body swam around as Plasm dug through her Cerebral Library, searching through any mention of the name Juiblex. Sister? What did the curious creature mean by calling her thus? Plasm was birthed from some cosmic entity, raised by a lonely scholar. Not from a creature of the deep earth. Both the name, and the features and words of the strange creature had been locked away. She does notice now, a strange, curious oddity, a sensation as alien as she. Another note to be pondered about. With a slight twitch, Plasm's head swiveled to look down at the hard husk, curious. From her time in exile, not much is remembered as to what had happened. A fight, heat, imprisonment, a hole was broken in place where the husk's face should have been, had the odd deep creature freed her from her imprisonment. Then, anxiety and fear boiled up in her. Searching through herself, Plasm would search to see if her mother's skull was still in her cranial cavity, and whether is was damaged by the pickax.