Marelli looked at the people around her, realizing that it wasn't solely humans there, and for the first time, her appearance was not wholly unusual. The blue ends of her hair seemed to shine in the light, her white strands glowing even more. As the female spoke to her, her forehead creased in confusion.
"I do not know of a Janus or of a Red Crest." Her words were honest; she had no idea what the woman was talking about. She had never seen these people before in her life.
"I do not know how you know my name, or how you knew where to find me, but you have fetched the wrong person." Everybody's eyes were on her, and she was becoming very uncomfortable.
"I wish you the best of luck, but I must return to my home and my work." She turned to leave, but the guard that had brought her there grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving and turning her around again, forcing her to face the people.