Marceline rolled her eyes at the comment about cracking under pressure. Even today she had a plan when her disguise had failed, and she’d managed to keep this act up for 6 straight years without anyone so much as assuming she was fake, even after the real Marceline had accused her of being one. Even with that potential lingering in peoples minds, no one had so much as questioned the possibility. “Tell you what. You focuse on living past the age of 10, and I’ll focus on maintaining my disguise, shall we?”

Watching the slime slither off, she was faintly glad to be done with him. She didn’t need an example of her old race judging her like that and she wasn’t too happy to encounter judgement even from fellow intelligents. Of course the Aigan technically seemed to be intelligent but when it needed to cling to someone else to survive what could it really be classified as if not a parasite?

With her aid coming back to his senses, clearly seeming to not be aware of what had gone on, she was somewhat relieved but put on her usual persona. “About time you came to your senses. Come. We need to park the chariot with the rest.”

With the chariot parked and her robe left behind, Marceline was left in her spare clothes, having explained to the driver she had changed just due to not wanting to be seen in the clothes they had crashed in. Walking up to the main hall she would find her father and be introduced to a few of his business partners attending the gathering.

What she didn’t expect was the pink hue mixing with the crowd. A briefly rushed ‘excuse me’ to one of the nobles she was conversing with had her dipping through the crowd, sliding up beside the pink dragon, as if he didn’t stand out enough already without the greenette trying to ‘discretely’ whisper to him.

“What exactly do you think you’re still doing here…?”

“I’m not the only one with the right but I’m the only one of the two of us allowed to be here.” She hissed back, narrowing her eyes, her flesh form allowing her a lot more confidence than her slime state it seemed as she looked him dead in the eye rather than averting her gaze in the slightest. “You are both an unwelcome guest and kitchen staff in equal measure, you don’t have an invitation, and you have work to do that you’re currently impeding your host from performing, so unless I’m missing a beat here I suggest you leave.”

Her gaze was sharp and narrow, not about to let this creature out of her sight, given for all intense and purposes she could be the one to blame if he caused a scene. To try and play another angle, her lips turned into a slithering little smirk as she added. “Besides. You’re an Aigan surrounded by nobles…which of them do you think will be first to put you in a fish tank once they figure out what you are?~”