Agatha stopped dead, swallowed hard, touched her necklace as if for courage, then turned and faced Emma, letting her hand fall. She walked back, trying to remind herself that as a fellow blond, this woman probably wasn't actually FROM Skiffander. Right? RIGHT?

She gave Emma a bright smile, that was actually genuine. "As of a few hours ago at most, but that seems to be almost par for the course," she said apologetically.