<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie's gaze stopped on Marcel for a moment. His warning - much more a threat - made her blood freeze and a chill run down her spine. She felt that she needed to leave that place. And at the same time, she felt that Marcel would never allow her to go back home. She was there, and she would stay or die. Which meant she would have to stay and make sure she didn't get on Marcel's bad side.<br/><br/>That was a tricky path to walk, Missie could feel. It was a big mystery what would set him off, though. All the girl could feel was that there was something very dangerous about that man. All of her inner instincts screamed danger and there was nothing she could do. She would just have to try and survive. <br/><br/>As the girl called Anne introduced herself, Missie shook her head softly. She was terribly obvious, at least for a woman's eyes. The girl almost smiled, but she was too nervous to find the other girl's behavior amusing. And also apprehensive about what would happen in this one on one rendez-vous with Marcel. Trying hard to calm down, she raised her gaze to Marcel when he walked closer to her. She seemed pretty... ordinary. Dark brown hair, fair skin, slightly freckled, and light brown eyes. Maybe her eyes were the only thing different. There was a flame there, something that made clear she was always paying attention to her surroundings.<br/><br/>"I am Missie Rye", she started, quietly. "I am twenty years old, live on my own for now, and have no employment at the moment. That is, I had none up until I came here. If you will have me, I am willing to learn any task given to me". She was scared. Her heart was beating fast, but she was also coming to terms with the fact that she was walking a very thin line.</div>