The girl smiled happily.

“It’s certainly a pleasure to meet you Conna'Cel,” she said politely. “And you too miss,” she said to Rosaline. “This place? Oh, I can tell you all about it! See, I got lost in here looking for a friend of mine. We were playing hide and seek and one day I woke up to…anyway, I know my friend is somewhere in here. That’s why I can’t leave just yet.”

Scarlet blinked in surprise. For a girl probably no older than…well, than Little Ann, she was certainly brave-spirited. Still, how long had this girl been wandering around this place? How long had Little Ann been here as well? A shudder ran up the maid’s spine at a sudden conclusion.

This Collector…he wasn’t some sort of mass kidnapper for…children was he? The thought made her clench one of her knives. That was just [i]sick[/i], and if it was the truth, then she’d make sure to have this Collector suffer appropriately.

“Anyway, I know where the exit is and how to get out,” the new girl went on, cutting into Scarlet’s thoughts.

“You do?” Scarlet asked, surprised for the second. “Please, can you lead us there? I’m sure we can help search for your friend along the way.” 

The red-eyed girl looked up at Scarlet with a happy glance. 

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! My friend means so much to me, and I…hey, are you crying miss?”

The sight of Faira crouching in the corner alone made the girl pause in her happiness. Walking over to her, the young girl bent down to take a closer look at the human.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

The girl frowned momentarily before a smile reappeared on her visage once more.

“Don’t worry miss," she said softly. "I know the way out, remember? We’ll all make it out of here, ok? So please, don’t cry. I don’t like it when people older than me cry. It makes me feel scared.”

The girl said this with a nervous giggle, putting out her hand for comfort. How heartwarming.

“Oh! I should introduce myself to everyone. It’s not polite of me, so I apologize,” the girl said, smiling brightly at Faira.

“Well...um, actually, I don't have a name. Oh! But you can call me Marianne. I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”