Maribelle was quite relieved to have found herself in the company of someone who knew the city better than she. Offering an almost friendly sort of smile, she nodded at the girl. "My name is Maribelle," she said, gracefully lowering herself into a curtsey. She may have been summoned as though she was some low-born peasant, but that was no excuse to act like she was one.

"Perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me what you know of this place?" She'd already been given the basics, but to be perfectly honest, her head was positively spinning over all of this.

What was that phrase, their tactician and used? Oh, yes. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

"I am charmed to meet you, I'm sure," came the somewhat stiff reply, as she was still quite disoriented from all that was going on around her. She listened gratefully to Yuiko's explanations, being careful to take it all in as much as she could. At the mention of the girl sharing her House, the relief she felt was palpable. "Then you, too, have been chosen by Freya? What a providential coincidence."

She meant it, too, as she was genuinely curious about the goddess who had called her. "And what is this goddess like, I wonder? Would you be so kind as to share your knowledge of her?" She knew bits and pieces from her rather unorthodox introduction, but she still wanted to learn as much as she could.

"Oh? How fitting." Really, considering Maribelle's devotion to Lissa, who was her dearest friend, it was unsurprising. Maribelle's loyalty may have been difficult to earn for most, but there was no denying that once one had, there was no denying that the young woman would gladly walk through fire for the ones she loved. In fact, that was why she was so eager to gain a foothold in is place; so she could defend everyone and everything she cared for, and she would show neither regret at being separated from them (however long that would be) nor resentment at having been taken away.

"How lovely. I hope I might gain the honor of meeting our patron." And perhaps demand why she hadn't been called as soon as the war wit Plegia had ended, considering what was at stake now. Really, one would think gods to be more prompt than that.

Maribelle was quite familiar with the concept of prayer and worship, but she was most definitely not familiar with the concept of meeting one's own gods - at least, before one was dead, which Maribelle wasn't. "Well, then, perhaps I shall have a word," Maribelle replied with a flip of her hair.

"Well, then, I thank you for the information, Yuiko. It has been quite useful." As stiff and difficult as she could be, and as difficult the situation she was facing was, there was no way Maribelle would forget her manners. "Might there be anything else you would be able to share with me, such as where one can have a nice cup of tea?" This was all quite a lot to take in. Perhaps it would be more easily absorbed sitting down.

"Nevertheless, I thank you. It must be difficult, dealing with new arrivals, and with all this hanging over us! You're quite brave." Maribelle genuinely meant that, of course; those who took the time to display kindness during a war were often the bravest and most admirable of all.

It was nice to hear that there was at least tea in this place, but then, Maribelle likely didn't have the currency needed to trade here. Good heavens, did that mean she was a pauper? How distressing, not to mention shameful! But she gave no sign as to her inner turmoil. Instead, she simply nodded at the girl. "I see. Well, it's good to know this world isn't quite so rude as to deny us our teatime, at least."

"Help, you say? Well, I should very much like to give aid when I can. Would you be able to tell me what committees there are?" Maribelle was a woman of many skills, and she wasn't about to let them go to waste, especially when they seemed to be needed the most. Besides, wasn't it the sworn duty of nobility to aid those less fortunate than themselves when they could?

"They?" she repeated, tilting her head to one side in thought. Were they, perhaps, assigned servants? But there was another question. "What in the name of Ylisse is a slushie?"

Things were just getting to be more and more strange.

"May I have a look, please? It would be most useful, knowing what options I have in this situation." If she knew where she might be needed, perhaps her inner thoughts might quiet themselves a little. Honestly, she always thought herself at her best when she was lending aid - not that she didn't strive to always be at her best to begin with.

And really, Maribelle hadn't the foggiest idea as to what else Yuiko was speaking about. She simply nodded along politely and wondered if the girl would start making sense anytime soon.