Up close the boy was even more familiar. He looked so much like Evonne... whose letter Mary really ought to finish writing. She did remember her friend had a brother or two, but why would any of them be in this place? Her heart was racing, and there wasn't anything to stop the blush that threatened... but the daughter of a djinn could not fear. She could do this.
Mary slanted her eye and cocked her head in the coquettish manner that her mother had always used, but couldn't help a gasp of shock when the boy spoke with a French accent. "I mean..." She looked more closely at the boy's clothes and the way he seemed so ill at ease here. Something was definitely not quite fitting. Maybe he was some lord's son out for a glimpse at the rest of the world? Her lips turned upward just a little. The boy's discomfort was reassuring somehow- she wasn't the only one not used to this maybe.
"I think we ought to find someplace quieter, love. Looks like you could do with a bit less o' this place." Mary reached out to touch his arm and stepped just a little bit closer. A glimpse down a girl's neckline never hurt anybody.