There was great sigh of relief at finding out the Gentry in question... wasn't likely to be hers. Granted, it was hard to tell as they were ever fond of taking on different names in ever an effort to hide their True Name, and even one of their number was reason enough to put a whole city on high alert. Still, the lack of a personal connection gave her a measure of reassurance this problem wasn't connected to her.
"I probably don't have to explain that my memory of back then is hazy and muddled. Not seeing others like me might not be of too much help, my Keeper didn't seem to have a personal touch. Although it might be likely if they shared my color of skin. Well, half my color of skin, the green probably has more to do with what I personally did rather... right, rambling again. I do remember being taken during a Wild Hunt... I think. But my Keeper was more akin to fire and hunger. Actually hunting down others as a sport doesn't sound much like him. I know I'm making some assumptions here, or perhaps excuses to hide my fear, but I just think someone who calls their self The Huntsman would have a different relation with those under his captivity." That was a good bit more to come out than she had planned on when she started talking, so she sat quietly while he explained the figures of note in their slice of Sacramento.
"Oh, I remember Seraphina. I don't think anyone who saw her could forget her. No offense, but even you disappear when you stand next to her."
"Ah, a place to stay would be appreciated. And perhaps a line of employment. I can't say I have much experience working in an amusement park, but as this seems to be the base of operations, I can certainly try to fit in. Or stay out of your way. I'm much better at the latter."