Samantha could easily feel the suspicion and paranoia that seemed to creep in every nerve ending of the girl that stood across from her, though Samantha was unable to see why she could possibly feel that way. Sam knew she wasn't a threat, not even close to one. She might be able to shield herself with her powers, but she was sure that in the event that the other woman tried to take her down, Samantha would be a goner. She was unaware of the way the woman's worry was directed toward whether or not the faerie girl had seen where she had come from. She hadn't, of course, the girl only becoming aware of the other woman at the influx of emotions that had hit her like a truck. She had no idea where she'd come from, or even if the other woman was a threat. And perhaps Aiden would have told her to leave it be, but she was in the West, right? No harm would come to her here â€" at least that was what she told herself regularly to keep from becoming too paranoid â€" and the woman in front of her was upset. Or at least she was.

The faerie was hardly lying about the West being her territory. At least, not really. She did live in the West, did run her monarchy out of her own home. And she did date Aiden, who did practically own the Western parts of the city. But even she was aware that the expensive outfits she wore to fit in at the burlesque didn't fit in this side of the town, no matter how much Nadya insisted that high fashion could belong anywhere. The run down buildings, the broken windows, the graffiti. None of it screamed, designer clothes. She didn't blame the woman for the disbelief she felt at whether or not she was lying to her, though Samantha wished there was a way to assure her that she wasn't. Samantha was a terrible liar, after all.

The faerie girl was more than aware of the blood in the woman's hair, that alone being enough to cause the girl to keep her distance. There was no way of knowing if it was her own blood or the blood of someone else, but it was clear that she was capable of harming her. Still, that didn't keep Samantha from the mild threat that escaped her lips, one that was met with... laughter? Why was it that everyone laughed when she mentioned her status as a queen? She was more than capable. Dorian and Ivy thought so, and the girls at the burlesque did as well. And yet Nadya had barely been able to contain her disbelief â€" she still hadn't told Aiden, so she had no idea what his opinion would be â€" and now this perfect stranger seemed to find it hilarious. The girl's brows furrowed as she looked at the woman. "It isn't funny," She insisted, crossing her arms across her chest.

Within seconds, the faerie queen was rewarded with the genuine grin of the woman that stood in front of her, one that only further confused Samantha. Being assured that the woman would enjoy the chase and harm that she could do to her did nothing but reassure her that she should run, though she stood frozen in place. No, she would not flee from this woman, absolutely not. "You don't know me," The girl whispered at the insistence that the woman liked her, though she was less unnerved by that than the next sentence, in which she spoke the full name of the girl. Samantha took an instinctive step back, her brows furrowing as she watched the woman. "Or perhaps you do?"

She was unaware, of course, of the whisperings in the city about her status. She hardly considered herself powerful, at least not yet, though she knew that the status afforded her would make her so. She knew the status of faerie queen was an old one, one tied in magic and myths and would certainly not be a light title to bear, and yet the woman hardly cared. "It's Sam," She insisted, biting her lip as she dropped it to her nickname. "I'd ask how you know my name, but given your warning, I'm not sure I want to know."

She looked around over her shoulder, certain that this girl now was someone to avoid, and yet she made no indication of wanting to flee. The girl hardly felt as though she wanted to harm her, and if she did, Samantha was keeping her fear close in the chance she would need to shield herself. "Tell me, do the names Violet, Layla, or Naia mean anything to you?" Repeating the names of the three girls that had kidnapped her and created her caused her to shudder. She thought of them constantly, keeping their faces close since Frost had told her they were looking for her. If this woman knew her name, it was more than possible that she was working for them, and of that, Samantha could not be too careful.