Oh, if Joanie didn't want to be branded a witch, Ella was precisely the person she didn't want to be seen with. Luckily, wrapped up in a scarf and coat like she was, it wasn't likely that anyone would recognize her as the forest witch from two nights previous (the one cavorting with the Mad Monk in the woods). Ella, luckily, knew none of this, so she shook Joanie's hand, and she nodded. "My tale likes you," she said, which should have solidified the fact that, yes, she was from the madhouse that was Bellum. "I'm Ella. I think you spoke to Beauty last month."