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[barre_none]

There's a new addition to the nexus; a young woman in her early twenties with a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a completely bewildered expression as well as pointe shoes, tights, and an oversized jumper over a black leotard.

She was expecting to leave her class and end up in the main theatre for rehearsal; instead, she's God knows where. After walking a little, she stops and looks around again, trying casually not to panic in a way that only the British are able; usually this involves a couple of deep breaths and muttering to yourself, but is subject to change.

"This is fine. Totally fine. I'm just completely lost in a place I've worked for years. Totally normal."

and then, at normal speaking volume;

"If there's anyone here, I'd really appreciate a hand. Anyone?"

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[barre_none]

Her expression becomes a tad more serious when he leans forward; just his tone is enough to make her pay attention.

For the most part, it's good information to know - the anti-violence field is certainly reassuring for her. But it's the warning that worries her. She doesn't make a habit of making deals with strangers on a regular basis, but the fact that it needs to be said makes her wonder what other kinds of people reside here.

"I'll bear that in mind...is there anything else I should know?"

Grace is glad she met Reynard when she did; providing he's one of the trustworthy people here (which she really hopes he is), he's so far proven to be an invaluable source of information. She just hopes she'll be able to repay him somehow for being so helpful to her.

[shardofwinter]

"Not that I can think of off the top of my head." His moustache rolls as he sifts through what might be useful to know. "As long as you keep in mind that all kinds of people from all kinds of places pass through here."

"Keep your wits about you," he decides to settle on as he relaxes back into his seat. "You'll do fine."