Marcel seemed to be shrugging off everything she was saying even though he wasn't. "Missie Rye, what an interesting name," His eyes fixated on hers, and traced the outline of her cheek and then lips with their eerie intrigue. He took in every bit of her facial features, and he would never forget them. "Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore. We will keep you healthy, well fed... and all bandaged up, you are a young girl after all, and it would be a shame to see you all scarred and the like." He took a few steps to the last girl, but his eyes did not leave Missie until the almost last couple moments. The next girl looked the youngest. She was definitely nineteen at the least or twenty at the most. She has charcoal like short hair that held length to just below her ears all around that also got longer around the bangs, which she kept tucked behind her left ear. Her eyes were a gentle blue, and features somewhat pretty, but not beautiful.<br/><br/>The girls dress was a very dark color. It was difficult to tell if it was a very dark shade of blue or just black, either way it suited her well. Marcel leaned in to her, and she shied away. "What is your name? if I may know," he murmured. The girl hesitated, but managed to speak up. "M- my name is S- Sarah," she took a deep breath. "It's nice to-"<br/><br/>At that moment, Damian had walked in. He was dabbing at his forehead which was beaded with sweat, and he wiped at his mouth ever so gently as well. "Ahh Damian, you are just on time! please, take The one in the blue dress, Missie she said her name was... and Sarah as well, the one in the dark blue dress," his words meant with somewhat good intention, yet still coming off as sinister for what ever reason. He held Anne's hand gently. "Now, how about we go for our talk, Lady Anne..." he spoke in a wistful voice. When he passed by Missie on the way to the stairs, and when he was sure she was looking to his eyes, he gave her a wink.