The mousy squeak of Sister Naser comment threw Abida for a loop. "Thhhhaaaank you." She said with a mild stutter as she watched Sister Naser steadily walk past her after the compliment. Her undergarments, the white seemingly priestly vestments, were now Nasers only clothing and Abida seemed somewhat perplexed by what was going on. She wasn't sure what the Alien woman was for, or what to do here. After all she came here think they were going to dance, drink and be social. She felt a bit dressed up for nothing.<br/><br/>After the Sister had passed towards the alien, Abida wondered just what this gathering was for. Was she allowed to ask about the alien? Were they going to kill her? Abida really was not in her element.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>