Belladonna stepped under the umbrella, she had been getting quite damp and she was aware it would probably ruin the effect of her outfit if she looked like a drowned rattata. Bamba, her pacham, wriggled and leaned forward in her arms to give Poe a friendly pat on the arm, Bamba had never understood personal space. Or how best to help Belladonna cultivate the creepy and unnerving aura she worked so hard on, instead he gave Poe a friendly little smile.

She looked at the boy, she didn't recognise him, his height at least would have made her remember him she was sure. She listened to him expressionless, and as he finished she gave a little frown, formulating her response.

"I am Belladonna." She looked out across the crowd, the barrier, all of it and looked up at Poe. "No, I am not afraid, I cannot change fate. If some grave terror should befall me there is little I can do to pause it."

She swallowed a quiet nearly impercivable sound. "Although I do feel-" She stumbled over her words and cursed herself internally, her parents would be so disappointed at her break in dramatic proclaimation. "I feel this is, a tragedy that will cause untold grief, there is no happy ending here." She finished with a small flourish of her hand, although it wasn't going to negate her falling over her words she hoped it at least added a little dramatic effect.