"Don't think I've seen you before; I'm Sieralon! What are you doing?" ((For any muse of your choice--if you'd like to reply that is. :3))
Mal tensed and turned to face the speaker. Not only was she greeted by a friendly face, but she was greeted by an Altmeri face, which immediately set her on edge even further despite the other’s friendly-sounding tone. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she had been caught picking a lock.
“Oh, um… I was just…” The girl’s quick tongue was failing her, and she had to force herself to pause and take a deep breath, before she offered the mer a sheepish smile. “I got locked out of my uncle’s house. I thought maybe I could get in this way, but I’m rubbish at it.”
Shoving the lockpicks into her bag, she straightened and looked over the stranger, trying to come off as comfortable rather than nervous.
“Um… what are you doing around here?”