Nina chuckled, remaining in her strange sitting position as the three entered the room. Her platinum curls were practically touching the ground, not that she minded… she was more interested in these interesting new strangers. “Interesting? Most call it insanity.” She chimed, barely paying the strange blonde a second glance. Instead her shimmering red eyes were fixed on the other woman, the one who had actually greeted her. For someone as old as the mask was manners were [i]very[/i] important. 

The woman’s lips puckered, her eyes rolling to look up, or in her case down at the floor, as she thought over the question. “Your mask, that’s the reason dearie. This place here studies them and such…” she replies, pointing to the silver mask attached to her own face. “At least that’s about as much as I know, didn’t really pay attention.” She chuckles. 

Suddenly her eyes snap to the other woman, an eyebrow going up. “And what might you be up to? You know it’s not polite to touch someone without their permission, right girly??” she questioned, something dark seeping into her voice past the madness. The cheerful nature in her features was now gone, now she almost seemed ready for a killing spree.

For a few moments Nina merely stared her down, awaiting a reply before another thought interrupted her current actions. Her mood suddenly brightened, the dangerous atmosphere that had been brimming just moments before disappearing with it. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! Forgive me for that blip in manners. The name’s Nina Simone, and you three might be?” she chuckled.