She would listen as everyone slowly spoke up, Sachet seemed to be quiet though. But she wouldn’t put it past him, the small child had just been bombarded with all sorts of questions. She would look to the field that the group found themselves in. The brown and green flowers had been bothering her eyes; as if it was unnatural for her. Was it natural for her? This was the first time she saw a living, brown flower. She had to admit. Looking down to the flowers that had been nestled ever so comfortably besides her ankles. She would look to the blond child and then go to say something, just as the group began to introduce their selves. She went quiet and listened. The first to speak up was the Elf-cosplayer.<br/><br/>You know what, she was sure this was just a dream, so he probably was just an elf. She looked to the group and would lean on the bent golden bat she had awoken with as the Elf claimed to be<span style="font-weight: bold">Lith</span>, he seemed however,  unsure in the manner; just as she was sure she had been Vexen; but he was obviously hesitant to introduce himself. She couldn’t blame him, he didn’t seem like the trusting type.. but she supposed everyone reacted differently when they woke up knowing<span style="text-decoration: underline">nothing</span>- however she honestly couldn’t blame the elf on his actions, now that she thought about it. It was a bit shady for there to be a child alone, with an old map of a world that no one seemed to be familiar with. She however couldn’t be picky and choosy with what she had to deal with.<br/><br/>Beggars couldn’t be choosers.<br/><br/>She would watch as the blue haired woman spoke up also,<span style="font-weight: bold">Brad</span>she’d raise an eyebrow to this, okay. She could tell this was just going to be such a<span style="text-decoration: underline">merry</span>adventure she found herself thrown into. She figured every group had to have something like this. She glanced to Brad, who seemed just annoyed to no end. She had to admit she was jealous of the woman’s nice shade of hair. She would glance to the final person who had to introduce their selves, the man with broken wings it seemed.  She would continue to lean against her golden bent bat, still curious to why she woke up with it in her hand. She had a gut instinct to keep it close to herself.<br/><br/>Finally the man would speak up,<span style="font-weight: bold">Alma]</span>. Glancing over them again, she would take in their features, memorizing face to name. Angel= Alma, Brad=blue hair, Lith=Long elf ears, and finally Sachet= shark teeth. She would listen as Alma would speak up,<span style="color: #00FF00">“Sachet, he’s right you know; taking us there.. we might even be able to speak to an adult or two and that would spare you from our questions.”</span>She spoke up finally and would look to the town and she’d smile.<span style="color: #00FF00"> “Lead the way.”</span>She would move the bat to rest on her shoulder.