Sakura Rose was quite pleased that Appolonia had acknowledged her departure. However, Alessia did not. Perhaps she held some resentment for being corrected about her name. For being of Japanese heritage she seemed almost dangerously unaware of her place in this room. Sakura Rose had noticed that the woman that must be Alessia's mother (Chiyoko) has been received in a rather ill manner. Most won't look her in the eye, as she is neither one of the 'same old people' nor a novelty such as the Dawson family nor the Marques himself. In fact many of the more intoxicated nobles have absent-mindedly tried to pass off their empty glasses to Alessia's mother, who did her best to take things in stride, for she appeared to sincerely desire to be here.

As the second figure approached herself and Merrick, Sakura Rose clicked her right toe behind her left foot and held out her skirt in a curtsey. "I am Sakura Rose Dawson. What is your name, if I may ask?" As this exchange happened Sakura Rose couldn't help but notice Merrick's awkward and/or annoyed facial expression at having a gaggle of fangirls about him. Though the newcomer complimented him in words, Sakura Rose beamed with an innocent light in her green eyes, as she truly admired him in a more than superficial way. "Don't look so excited, Merrick." she said in a straight tone, the sarcasm impossible to miss however.