"Kaylia, and Merskiv." Putting her hand over her heart, the gesturing to Merskiv with a glare. "Not friends, colleagues. We'd have to know to much about you to be friends. You showed us the way here, and have stuck around past your welcome, but we are.. to polite to tell you to leave." Another glance at Merskiv, making sure she'll play along. 

A deep breath before continuing, watching the troopers move around the crowd as she keeps pace with the line, take another step closer to the clerk "And don't touch me, we are not that close. Your name?"