Belle listened idly, merely smiling as the two introduced themselves. Kiara and Marianne... They seemed nice enough, and the more they spoke the more Belle caught onto their dynamic. It was almost humorous, watching the two interact as they did. They seemed to get along, and the bickering only proved as much. It wasn't as if it was truly an argument, it was like watching sisters argue. It's just how they were. Even so, they were still quite odd. The way Marianne spoke was even more eerie. She was knowledgable, more knowledgable for any girl her age should be. She seemed to know much more about their current situation than any of them could have. This, of course, led Belle to question why it was Marianne knew so much to begin with. 

"Zyaxomort. That's what the legend says, right? Both were searching for Zyaxomort."

Belle looked to the back as the others did, spotting the sudden figure. Had it always been there? No, Belle would have remembered something like that. Then how exactly had he gotten in there with them? This question was of course followed by many others, such as who the man was and what he was doing there, as well as whose side he was on. At that moment though, Belle didn't even care. She rose to her feet as best as she could, her hands folding into fists and closing her eyes in frustration. 

"So what?!" She blurted out suddenly, like a child who didn't understand what was going on around her. She don't care though, because at the moment she was just that; a child who didn't understand what was going on around her. "Why should this matter to me! The gods, what they want, that doesn't affect me! I'm a waitress! I make my way in tips and free employee meals at the end of the night! What does any of this have to do with us?! With ME?!"