A look of brief shock and wariness. A kind of fear and icy paranoia, before a compassionate concern appears on her face. Mesaana straightened her severe bronze-colored dress. It was not a particularly flattering color on her, nor was the cut helpful in this regard.

"Lady Kim, I was just looking for you."

Noticing how upset she was, Mesaana tilted her head and inquired further.

"What is the matter, Child?"