As new arrivals go, some are better-prepared for the city's current state of chaos than others. Marie-Sixtine is...not really one of them. She understands (tentatively--so tentatively) that she's been taken to another place, but somehow she wasn't warned about what waited for her outside the Inn's doors, and in her dress and high-heeled boots she is an impossibly old-fashioned little thing--not a princess, despite what people at home said about her, she rejects the nickname or title instinctively--not quite on board for combat. She can be brave, but this...this is so outside the realm of her experiences.

But one of the crows lands near her, its eyes too intelligent. It stares at her.

It does not move to attack her as long as she doesn't move, and she is very still, watching it in return. More of its companions join it, assembling in a smudgy unreal-crow flock. They watch her in unison. She doesn't know if this is the norm or not (distinctly not, so distinctly not), but it's not the first time something supernatural has been drawn toward her, even if she only now recognizes it as supernatural.

Why are they just...staring at her?

At some point, Six realizes, she's going to have to leave and escape. She half-hopes something (not a person, she'd never wish that on a person) distracts the crows so she can do so.