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[h_shapedvein]

She's young, but that won't be the first thing you notice. She carries herself too proudly, her eyes hold too much knowledge for that to be the case. The girl is garbed in a cracked leather overcoat, a Homburg style hat settled over russet hair and dipped over her dark eyes which are memorizing the place, tracing every exit, every inch of her

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[sweariwontdie]

At spying her, Armand jumps to his feet from his chair near the fireplace and bows. "Bienvenue, mademoiselle." His language choice as he's wearing elven garb today, nothing very elaborate, for the first time in weeks. However, such details may mean nothing to a Wonderland miss. "I am afraid that you are right. You have arrived at the Mansion."

[h_shapedvein]

No details ever mean nothing to this girl. She notes everything about him, quietly, subtly. His language is not familiar, but she knows a greeting and so she bows in return, tipping the brim of her hat.

"Good evening." She listens to him and her brow creases as she thinks, well shadowed by her hat. "The Mansion? Is this in Boarderland?"

[sweariwontdie]

"I don't think so. It's nowhere really. You can get to many places easily, others not so easily."

[h_shapedvein]

She considers this, quietly.

"Issa. I hope that Wonderland is one I can return to with ease." She mutters, shrugging into her coat. "I'm Homburg Molly." and she offers her hand. "If you know anything at all it would be useful, Sir."

[mancalledspade]

Here is a robot. A robot dog, who used to be a detective, who is in very bad need of a cigarette. The dog tries to growl in frustration, but it comes out mostly as a blip. But he does take in the new arrival, mentally filing her for later. Assuming there was a later.

Sam Spade has had quite enough of magic. He is pretty cute though, currently.

[h_shapedvein]

He is indeed and she crouches to be more level with the thing. "Well. You're a new one. You one of Redd's creations?" Why yes, it seems perfectly logical to her that the thing will talk back.

[mancalledspade]

The dog clearly understands her, shaking his head in the negative. Spade would love to oblige her expectation, but when he opens his mouth, all that escapes is an electronic bark. His tail, however, does droop a bit.

[h_shapedvein]

She pats his head. "Good. You're a bit too cute for what she has designs on, aren't you? Then again she has the Cat."

[killerhat]

Here would be (however unknowing of it he may be), the last surviving Millinery Man in wonderland, top hat lowered over his eyes to shadow them.

"No, it isn't. State your business here, Halfer."

[h_shapedvein]

"Molly." she corrects. "Homburg Molly."

"I seek her Royal Highness Queen Alyss Heart whose safety has been entrusted to me." She informs him.

[killerhat]

"Her safety has been entrusted to me and no one else. If you've other business here I suggest you finish it and get on your way."

Halfers, he knows, are not to be trusted.

[h_shapedvein]

"Yes, and you entrusted her safety to me and went on leave."

She looks at him, unreadable before she speaks again. "You may suggest all you like, but that's all it is. Is Alyss here or isn't she?"