[ Skye bumps into her on the way out of her own room, suitcase already deposited. Moving with haste through the hall, she throws her hands up and side-steps out of the way, flattening herself towards the wall to let Tauriel past. Slowing down demands she really take a look at who she's dealing with, and her brow furrows. ]
Whoa, Ren Faire. [ Some amusement enters her gaze at how out-of-place Tauriel looks like that, and Skye's hands drop to her sides. ]
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Whoa, Ren Faire. [ Some amusement enters her gaze at how out-of-place Tauriel looks like that, and Skye's hands drop to her sides. ]