Uneasy when they meet me, she'd said. So a first meeting, then. Between decreased temporal risk and the reveal of perfectly normal, regular eyes (thank god), Marian's tension decreases visibly, letting out her breath in long sigh. It's like it's just one thing after another, here. All these little things that would have never bothered her before causing these sudden, irrational peaks of terror. Got to get a grip.

"Anyone here?" she questions. "What do you want, then?" Just finish up with... whatever nonsense this is and get back to trying to track down where she needs to go, and what she needs to do to make that yellow light go away.