"Excellent question," comes a bitter, world-weary voice, oddly familiar...

The newcomer says nothing else for a few moments, still pacing through the displays, quiet, and intent. Only when a few are physically between her and Cassandra does she look up with an odd expression. "I'm not familiar with the local customs just yet," she says softly, and with an odd formality.

You've felt this before, Cass. This sensation of the world holding its breath and leaning in to listen. It's like when Erin is forging a Pledge.

"Am I under the aegis of your hospitality?"