Carefully, of course!

Following the general outline of the vague plan you had created in your mind, you start to explain. Or weave your carefully picked lies and half-truths, more like.

"Ah - hey, you woke up! Are you okay? I found you passed out in my backyard this morning and I don't even remember ever seeing you around the neighborhood, so I assume you're not from here." you say with a conciliatory, if slightly worried, voice.

You've read once or twice that when dealing with cornered animals, one must sound and look as non-threatening as possible to ease them into a state of non-alert. You don't know how much of it is true and how much is pure bullshit, but you decided you might as well try it. Lavellan looks suspicious but doesn't outright attack you, so score one for random half-remembered trivia from some obscure source of info!

"What is this place? I don't recognize the craftsmanship of these objects - is this Orlais? Halamshiral?" she asks.

Welp. time to play dumb.

"Orlais? Halamshiral? Are those towns or something?" you ask, knowing very well what those places actually are.

Thankfully, Inquisitor Lavellan doesn't seem to be skilled in ferreting out secrets and lies like Leliana. At least she doesn't appear to be so, given the utterly confused look that threatens to overcome her angered suspicion.

"Is your mind addled? Everyone knows of Orlais! The Orlesian Empire? The most powerful nation of the world? The servants of the Chantry? How can you not know these things?!" she exclaims after you shake your head several times with the best confused look you can muster. Well, your mom did always say you should have taken a career in acting.

"Uhm, are you... okay, kid? There's no empire in the world, not anymore anyway," you explain. Trying to act like her words are utter nonsense to you is honestly harder than you expected. By now, you're sure anyone else in your situation would think her completely crazy and ship her off to an asylum as quickly as possible.

"Fool, I'm no kid! I'm the Maker-damned Inquisitor Mihrana Lavellan!" she shouts and you try your best to hold in a wince. Wow, she's certainly a mouthy one.

Okay, let's move this along.

"Look, kid. You're what, sixteen or so? You're definitely a late bloomer," you start saying while giving her body a critical eye and try very hard not to think about the things you'd be doing to her after a while. "I understand if you were doing **** or some other shit, we all have done things like that in our lives. But you can't stay here - where are your parents? I can call them and they can pick you up."

You have to give it to the programmers. The Inquisitor - Mihrana apparently- is sharp. As you speak, you could see how her face gradually pales as if a realization is taking form in her mind.

"You - what is this place called? This world."

"The world? What kind of stupid," you sigh. Gosh, playing dumb sure is exhausting. "It's called Earth. It's always been as far as I can remember."

Your answer seems to put the final nail in the coffin for her and Mihrana slumps into the couch once again, all signs of her previous anger nowhere to see. Now, there is only what looks to be a slightly short girl with slumped shoulders that seems to be on the verge of tears.

"Hey, are you... okay? Maybe I can help?"

She bursts out laughing, close to hysterics. "Help? Help?! You couldn't help even if you wanted! I understand what happened now; that damn last rift - it must have reacted weirdly with the Breach's closure and it flung me through the Fade! And it left me cut off from everyone I know!" she exclaims with obvious despair.

"Be clearer girl, nothing of what you said makes sense!" You say now, needling her while acting aggravated. It doesn't take long before she reacts to it.

"I'm not a girl, you stupid shemlen, I'm a grown woman! You ask how I am? I'm separated from everyone I know and dumped in some bizarre house in a world not my own. A Dalish elf from clan Lavellan of the Free Marches - a Dalish who doesn't even have the land of her ancestors anymore! Look at this and tell me you can do it!" she snaps, holding up a hand. A hand which had a fireball within it.

"Holy fuck..." you breathe in shock. How are those guys of the VGR company not filthy rich already?! With this kind of technology they'd literally laugh in everyone's faces with their tech projects.

"I'm a mage and the one in charge of the Inquisition!" she finally announces, pride shining in her voice and you can't help but notice that her posture is straighter. She sounds surer of herself - speaking out loud her own positions must have helped to raise her confidence. It happens sometimes.

"You just made magic like that? How is this... I don't even..." Feigning your surprise is not even hard this time, because there's nothing fake about it. You know the VGR site had mentioned they'd tried to recreate her magic - while it's true the crazier stuff was all but impossible, they'd still managed to achieve something in that regard.

The thought is kind of unsettling, honestly.

"As I thought. The Veil is very thick here. I can hardly feel my magic at all," Mihrana says morosely, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Goddamn... you really are saying the truth, are you?" you mutter under your breath. You hope to god you're not laying it on too thick, you don't really want to consider what happened if she tried to do something to you - wait, she'd have fail-safes put in there to avoid her killing the buyer or something, right? The thought is a bit worrying, but you won't deny to yourself that the whole thing has something of a thrill to it.

"Ar dar suledin," Mihrana says bitterly, though it seems it's more to herself than to you. You very much want to ask her what she said; you could press her for an answer, but in this situation, you feel as if it might just break the careful balance struck here.

Instead, you simply decide to ask her a simpler question. "So... what are you going to do?"

"... I don't know," she replies with hesitation. "I need more information to make my decision. Will you tell me of this world?"

Actually now that you think about it, it seems just a bit strange to you that she came so quickly to the conclusion of being sent to another world through the Fade without much denial from her part or even automatically asking for your help after the small stand-off... but perhaps it's the VGR programming at play to smooth things along in a timely manner?

However it is, you're certainly not going to complain!

"Well..."