Tabitha meekly entered the tent, still debating on if this was a good idea. Her whiskey-brown eyes scanned the surrounding area before they landed on Madame Zoya in front of her. The first thing she noticed was the her black hair. She would've ran her hand through her own but was reminded of the scarf she wore to conceal her hair color.<br/><br/>"Psst!! Sit down already!" a voice from outside the tent hissed at her. Tabitha turned and glared at the opening, her medium brown skin becoming slightly rosy.<br/><br/>"I ain't like you; I got manners! S-S-Shut up!" she returned the hiss. Tabitha cleared her throat and gave the Madame an apologetic look, "S-S-Sorry 'bout that. So... I, well, hi. I got this question that I'm hoping you'd be able to answer..." she stammered. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she stuck them in her front pockets, waiting on Madame Zoya's response.