"Huuuh?"

The familiar - but not quite - figure saunters before the other, head tilted in an almost bored manner. "Who're you? You dare to get in my way?"

Accusatory, she lifts her gloved arm, the tip of her One-Winged staff landing right underneath their chin. "Show some respect! I'm the new Beatrice, you know? The Golden Witch, Eva-Beatrice!"