Cruella Would Be Proud

Odette would startle easily at the sound of another's voice, being so entranced by her own thoughts she would not think to listen for any other member. Whipping her head around to view the voice, she would pull her brows into a deep frown as she realized she did not recognize the male. Black and white marks made her think he was another Klein, but the fact he was here in the Armada, made her thinking twice. Thinking back on his words, Odette would laugh nervously, offering a small smile towards the stranger. "Oh, I'm alright, just contemplating is all." She would then pull herself to a seated position, dipping her head for a moment before introducing herself. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before. Probably my fault. My name is Odette Mooncrest, I am the handmaiden to our Queen."

Looking between the furs and the stranger, the woman would inch back some distance, panic in her eyes as she motioned to the furs. "I'm sorry, are these yours? I wasn't going to take them." She would gush, terrified she was caught in the act of stealing.. before she even got to stealing them. This was the communal area, but that didn't mean they weren't taken. After all, when the queen had invited her to the very same spot, she had brought her own furs and alcohol to support the pair of them. Great, it was surely going to make a very poor first impression. Odette wanted to whimper at the thought, but perhaps this male was a kind soul and would take pity on the fawn woman, let her go with a slap on the wrist perhaps?