Miaren glances towards the two males, a faint frown creasing her brow.  Draque was flamboyant enough that he might overdo his role and be caught up that way.  Not for a moment did she think that he might enjoy his new role enough to be taken in by it.<br/><br/>"Wha-" she begins, then cuts herself off to fit her role and attempts this communication by thought.<br/><br/>It isn't easy for one not used to it.  Other thoughts swirl around her 'speech':  indignation at being displayed this way, a touch of anxiety at being dependent on Draque's charade, confusion at the casually intimate behavior of this strange elf.  Haltingly, her mental 'voice' comes through.<br/><br/><em>Where are we going?  I'd rather get out of here as soon as possible, if it's all the same to you, and I'm sure Fern feels the same way.</em>She seeks out her companion's eyes to affirm the truth of that.