Train Station, Umbria, Frontiera

Tora return's Lea's curtsy with a well practiced one of her own. Tora's coat is very tight fitting, obviously set to show off her curves. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lea," she replies, with a conflicting air of grace compared to her attitude she introduced herself. "It can't be that warm here. A balmy 50, maybe. Is the armor and coat a bit warm, even in this climate?" she asks, noticing Lea's difficultly.

As for Lobelia's verbal slip, she say "Oh, some kind of pseudonym, huh? I wouldn't worry about it. I don't know many Guardians who use their real names." She crosses her arms and stares at Lobelia intently. "So what's a little green thing like you doing in the Guardian's, anyway. The only races that are worse represented are catfolk and elves, and elves don't exist." She giggles are her own jest.