There is a stretch of a long quiet moment. Echo sighed before answering, sounding very melancholy.

"Both lawfully and unlawfully."

"...What... uhm... what is your favourite holiday?"

Echo seemed to be trying her best to ask a better, none-sad question. Good for her.

"I don't know!" Echo crossed her arms, embarrassed. "I don't know what to ask, like, I don't know. It's hard coming up with questions. What do you want me to ask?"

Echo didn't take that as helpful.

"Uhm, I don't know, uh, how many dimensions have you been to?"

"...Ah..."

There was another moment of thought, a very long hesitation before Echo asked her next question.

"...What do you think about me..."

Echo looked very nervous, as if not really wanting to know the answer.

"What do you think about yourself?"

(Time: Ask a smart question!

Echo: *asks a smarter question*

Time: Okay but no)

Echo huffed, trying to think.

"Do you have any regrets or guilts?"

"Not really but you wanted me to ask personal questions!" Echo sighed, kind of annoyed. "That was the most personal question I could come up with! I feel like you're just gonna avoid every question at this point. You didn't even answer my question about holidays!"

"So there's a certain question you want me to ask? Give me a hint?"

Echo's mind is completely blank of questions, the look of pure confusion rested on her face.

Echo, both her Narrator and herself, are having a Big Dumb moment. Small brain time. The Narrator then uses Google, sadly.

"Uhh...where'd ya grow up?"

"What was it like growing up here?"

"Did you travel a lot?"

"That sounds really fun..."

"What was your favourite place?"