Stacia stands quietly, her calm presence disturbed by the unfamiliarity of the situation. Her eyes narrow slightly, a mix of curiosity and confusion in her gaze.

She tilts her head ever so slightly, her posture remaining elegant but guarded.

"You're... not Hotaru. Why are you here?"

Her expression softens, though the confusion doesn’t fully leave her face.

"Is there a reason for your presence? Or perhaps... you simply wandered in by mistake? What is it you seek?"