Rose was perfectly still as one of the drones buzzed over to inspect her; though she wasn't an empath, she still projected an aura of calm competence, seemingly unbothered by what was happening. "Vaughn," she greeted, cutting her eyes over at him in a way that was meant to convey that if he had nothing nice to say, he should likely say nothing at all. "Pleasure to meet you in the flesh."
Marisol - or whatever it was inhabiting her - was speaking then, gentle sibilance on the fricatives that seemed to echo the quiet drone of hundreds of insect wings. It echoed the distant memories Rose had of being close to a beehive; she wanted to approach but thought it unwise, settling instead for mentally documenting as much of the encounter as she could. "My apologies if we've disturbed you," she told the Queen politely, noting that while Marisol's body was responding to the conversation with the nonverbal cues she might expect from speaking to a regular person, the reactions were just slightly off, just enough to be disturbing. To her, it was fascinating.
She kept her voice polite, though not quite deferential despite not being sure which of them the Queen was talking about having feasted on before. "My name is Rose." She didn't request anyone address her by her title, save the Ringmaster who refused to use the modern version of her real name. "Are you or Marisol in any distress? Is there something I can assist with?"