There's no way to get your thoughts across someone else's mind in the exact why it was conjured. Simply put, words and ideas have to be translated. It's a game of communication and understanding. Both of these things foreign to a girl who was born into a family of poverty, and raised in the art of theft and vandalism. It wasn't that she enjoyed that life, she simply did not know what else was out there, or if she would enjoy it or not.
"His name is Kasey too." She whispered to herself. She sat on a bench in the center of what seemed to be a park. She faced a tall statue of what looked like to be a tall cat like person. Pandora was a weird place, she understood that, but why did this world function the way it did? Could she influence it? What was her purpose?
And was she going to continue stealing?