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Elpis looked surprised a moment, blinking before she remembered it was fine now. This was her court now, she was allowed to reveal her identity.

....Well, she didn't have a name yet, but she'd figure that out soon enough -- glad, for once, to be a Big Nerd.

"Oh, I... Yeah. I can." Elpis was still careful to look around, checking her senses for other auras before taking a deep breath, powering down carefully.

She still didn't have a name in mind yet -- she was processing everything -- but the woman was absolutely a state from her encounter. The blue button up shirt -- dark blue, and plain, bar a pocket - wqas frumpled and wrinkled. Grey slacks matched the dishevelled state, and... Dress shows? Well, she'd once chosen the look of professionalism for vastly different reasons -- reasons she no longer had, and she chalked that up to "terrible" and nothing detailled.

Sova made a mildly bemused noise. It wasn't because she powered down -- that was sensible now -- but she absolutely looked like a sorry mess. He generally didn't feel much point in being too critical though, as he was acutely aware she'd had A Night, plus if this was going to be his aunt, he couldn't be an absolute b*****d -- and besides, maybe she'd play nice with his sister. That was what he considered important.

Sova only powered down after a minute of appraisal of the woman, the reedy form og Emitt Tucana shoving his hands in his pockets immediately as he regarded the woman carefully, eyes half-narrowed. Jaw length silvery-white hair coiled around his face, blue eyes analyzing the woman a minute more before he relaxed fully, wearing faded black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a button up short sleeve in off-white with a dark brown leather vest, one toe digging into the dirt absently.

"So how fast ius this going to get Awkward, auntie? Because you really will need a first name. I can't do all the work."

"...Oh, right." And she finally looked... Somewhat thoughtful, trying to process everything even still before pursing and unpursing her lips.

"I think I have one. I think. Song? I mean it's not English, but." She was part Chinese, or at least, Emily was on paper.

Song nodded slowly, still mentally adbusting to a different name. She supposed it might take a few days to adjust, but she wasn't hung up -- she nidded to him in a moment. Getting out might be a wise idea. She didn't want to run into anyone else powered in the moment, really.

Emitt's hands shoved directly into his pockets. Of the two he was the least fussed by things -- visibly -- and instead he nodded, vaguely defering even now to the prince, and partly in a gesture of calm. It made sense, he just felt rather like he'd done enough leading for one evening, and getting out of Dodge sounded like as good an idea as any.

"Come on, let's go." Emitt removed one hand from a pocket and pat Song's back semi-roughly before moving to depart, Song blinking before trotting after Emitt, blinking. Well, okay, she supposed Remarque would direct after?.... Well either way they were going to dinner, so she decided to focus on that. Food was good!..... She was going to feel so much less awkward when she adjusted.