At least there's acknowledgement. She's never thought much about language barriers considering she speaks several herself, but she saw something unrecognizable in that script before it was translated. Not long enough to relate it to anything she might know, so she probably doesn't know it. It's curious enough that she tries to catch it the second time around still.

"Personal," she repeats, but lighter, almost jokingly. Her smile is taut with burnt memories, but none so sour that she can't share. "There was a time when I couldn't control myself, when someone else made every move for me against my will. I was aware the whole time, though. A part of me, in the corner of my mind that rallied against the person I was turning into."

It was complicated, to put it lightly. Jill didn't know how to explain her inner voice, her inner self still existing and fighting back and the separation between her 'real' self there and what she was on the exterior.

"Is there a reason you ask?" She's cautious because it is a personal question.