[Toby is dried off now and found coffee--which she may be clutching in a death grip in one hand--so at least she's not actively feeling like she might stab the next person who talks to her. But she's still distinctly uncomfortable here, and not just because she can't put on her human disguise or smell people's magic. Hell, considering what the people here look like, she's pretty sure she's not standing out.
If she were being honest with herself, she'd admit it's the fact she's been abducted and some part of her is on the lookout for a blind man with antlers coming to take her away again. But she's not honest with herself most of the time, so she's just going to say that she's a San Francisco girl and this is way too much snow.
But to her credit, she's not just sitting around grumbling, or standing off to the side looking for who she needs to punch to get back. Right now she's actually looking for food, and maybe she's smiling a little as the scent of baking takes her back to the few golden days of her childhood, remembering sneaking cookies with Carrie at every solstice ball. She only blinks a little when she sees someone she's pretty sure is totally human there--but she can't be totally sure, maybe he's a quarter blood like...like her daughter, and she has to cast that thought away quickly before it leads to the fact she missed every Christmas Gillian would have remembered. She forces a smile, trying to sound more like May than herself]
Uh, hi! Sorry, couldn't help seeing where that really awesome smell was coming from. [she unconsciously shoves her hair back, revealing one pointed ear--but she doesn't even curse when she realizes it, because after what Amandine did anyone who even gives her half critical look would see that her eyes are too pale and her cheek bones far too sharp to be anything human]
baking!
If she were being honest with herself, she'd admit it's the fact she's been abducted and some part of her is on the lookout for a blind man with antlers coming to take her away again. But she's not honest with herself most of the time, so she's just going to say that she's a San Francisco girl and this is way too much snow.
But to her credit, she's not just sitting around grumbling, or standing off to the side looking for who she needs to punch to get back. Right now she's actually looking for food, and maybe she's smiling a little as the scent of baking takes her back to the few golden days of her childhood, remembering sneaking cookies with Carrie at every solstice ball. She only blinks a little when she sees someone she's pretty sure is totally human there--but she can't be totally sure, maybe he's a quarter blood like...like her daughter, and she has to cast that thought away quickly before it leads to the fact she missed every Christmas Gillian would have remembered. She forces a smile, trying to sound more like May than herself]
Uh, hi! Sorry, couldn't help seeing where that really awesome smell was coming from. [she unconsciously shoves her hair back, revealing one pointed ear--but she doesn't even curse when she realizes it, because after what Amandine did anyone who even gives her half critical look would see that her eyes are too pale and her cheek bones far too sharp to be anything human]