Ariadne received a rousing round of applause. Blushing furiously, she took a little bow, before hopping off of her crate. She could have sung more verses, but being the center of attention was always a little unsettling for her. She'd been trained as a spy, after all. Being practically invisible was her nature.

It didn't help that she was Alastrian.

She settled down beside the light-haired woman who'd encouraged her to sing more, offering her a gentle smile on the side of her mouth. She didn't say anything, at first. She just accepted a tin cup of more of the bourbon. But as she cradled it between her hands, smelling the ozone, she grew curious.

"You're not like the other people here," she said carefully.