Maerwyn is surprised when she walks inside, both sets of her eyes taking in the surroundings. A building she hadn't expected, a place she doesn't know, and a choice to enter, see what she could see about it. Not knowing isn't exactly a new condition for her, though. That isn't part of her.

It seems like a warm place, though she doesn't exactly need it--despite the rain outside, she's completely dry. Both of her. Probably for the better since her dress is light and her arms are bare. She would probably be freezing if she'd been soaked by the rain.

She doesn't seem too unapproachable, at least. Just...curious. This place is fascinating, if unexpected. But it has been a while since she's seen something--or someone--so interesting.

When she speaks, it's in turns. First one, then the other.

"It's a new place."

"A strange place."

"A place I wasn't."

"But a place I am."

"A choice made."

"And not made."

Maybe she's a little stranger than the place.