"I," she is stumped for what to answer for a moment and murmurs in Swedish to cover it, hoping that he won't understand that she is literally reciting a hymn while her thoughts race, trying to fake her moment to think as a search for the right words in English, "visit." She says the word as if she finally found it. "I visited my sister, but got lost on the way back to the bus station."

Old lies sometimes work the best. She had used that one before, just with variable relatives, when she was still human and lived out on the street.

"Could you tell me where the next bus station is?"