"Ethel – lives – here – you – know – her?" Mila tried to approach the lady in a nice and calm way, and by the way the old lady answered her, she could tell that the old lady was not lying.
"Ethel? I don't know who that is. I don't know any Ethel at all."
"How – long – stay – here?"
"I've been staying here for ten years. Why? what's wrong?"
The lady looked at her from head to toe, checking if she was someone who would do some suspicious things.
"None. Thank you."
Mila gave up and was about to live and try to find another way to know what happened to her place, but the old lady grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Are you lost? Or someone tricked you?" the lady asked with concern.
Mila doesn't know what to respond to as she finds everything suspicious. She just turned silent, which only brought the old lady to conclude on her own.
"Oh my, foreigners are usually getting robbed nowadays. Are you fine? Where's your things?"