Marcella

Marcella stood as the train came to a halt, her feet and muscles keeping her steady as they were all decelerated.

Seeing the alarm in the visages of the guards, Marcella held her hand up gently to halt any advance they might pursue in the potential apprehension of their new "ally".

"It's alright," she said, voice calm and smooth, "she's with us. She has information that is essential to our work. Thank you officers."

Approaching the new-coming and standing next to her, Marcella's eyes remained on the arbites in a gentle and diplomatic sort of way.

"We talk," she answers the woman.