If anything could illicit a more defined response out of Anelya, it was that. She let out a muffled, slightly high-pitched squeak, her eyes went a little wide, and cursed be her pale skin for its inability to hide the little tinge of red in her cheeks. She knew he'd be amused, and that made it all the more annoying. Dammit! With an indignant-sounding "Hmph," she followed the boys. At least she wasn't being touched anymore...

"How many people?" She asked, her voice still quiet even though her mind was jokingly plotting ways to freeze Marcel, or something similar, and such was evident from the agitated look on her face.