Edie remained more than pleased that the most minor of her plan had worked in seeing the Fae man be distracted from going inside the building with her. The sliced knees and hands she'd received from the endeavor were hardly worth it, and would be something that she bitched to Frost about later, but for now she was more than willing to play the part of damsel in distress if it meant that Frost would be able to do his bidding uninterrupted. Still, the woman was remarkably disappointed that she hadn't managed to completely throw him to the ground. It would be interesting, after all, to watch the annoying faerie bleed. That, she felt, would make the entirety of all of this effort worth it.

The almost dismissive way that the man spoke to her caused the woman to offer him a fleeting scowl. "It was an accident," Edie found herself apologizing, taking the offered hand of the faerie to haul herself to her feet. Edie's voice lacked the normal self-confidence normally laced within it, instead focusing on playing the part of the helpless girl she had seemingly thrust upon herself. "I just... thank you. I am so sorry, are you sure you're alright? Oh, I can't believe I hurt you." The Were girl yanked a hand through her long hair, looking fairly frantic as she described exactly what it was that had apparently happened to her. That the man seemed to eat up her story only helped fuel it even more.

Edie turned her head behind her at the mention that she had seemingly 'eluded' her illusionary attackers, if only to hide the eye roll at the man's choice of language. How old was this idiot? Why did he talk as though he was some pompous Middle English king? That he might have been exactly that failed to settle upon the woman entirely. "My shoes?" At this, Edie was genuinely baffled, though she played it up by tilting her head to the side as though she were a lost puppy dog. "What would they want with my shoes? With your shoes?" That someone would bother with the shoes caused the woman to be confused, her gaze settling on the clearly second-hand shoes that the man himself wore. They were nothing extraordinary, that much was sure.

That her request to be directed downtown was immediately shot down by the male as he claimed to not know where this downtown place was caused the woman to frown, her irritation only growing at the uselessness of the faerie. Frost was definitely going to owe her for this. This was more effort than whatever conversation he needed to have with the other faerie was certainly worth. That was sure. The girl immediately shook her head, a feigned look of fear appearing on her features. "No, no! Please don't leave me... what if they come back?" She cast another look over her shoulder, the fear that they might be on her tail trying to play to the faerie man. That she was more than capable of taking care of herself she refused to show - especially now that she'd had lessons from Kato. No, she'd play the damsel angle until it worked.

The woman's quick thinking wasn't quite as fast as the man's next question, instead changing the subject entirely to the matter of her accent. She was not oblivious to the impish grin on his features, a sly smile allowed on her own features. "I am," She replied simply, brushing her hair behind her ear as she looked up at him. "Many do not like the English, it is pleasing that you seem to."

Ah, it seemed as though the woman would have to play into that impish grin of his, resorting to an afternoon of play to accomplish what Frost had asked of her. The woman moved in slightly, her voice moving towards the power she used so incredibly infrequently. "Why don't you show me exactly how much you like the English, dear. Find me somewhere private... not up there. Someplace better." Her voice was laced with that persuasion she was so talented with. She grinned, knowing that while the suggestion was not entirely foolproof, the unsuspecting faerie would certainly have a hard time resisting her suggestions.