Hazel had no choice but to allow herself to be dragged along by Mari, but that doesn't mean she wasn't quickly sent into her seemingly typical state of nervousness by the unexpected contact. Her face was burning red as she was dragged away. 

"R-R-Right now? B-b-but I have to go... Uhhhh..." Hazel paused, unable to come up with a serviceable excuse, and then sighed, "I don't have a choice, do I?" She lamented glumly. As Mari addressed the crowd Hazel merely smiled and waved, unable to muster up any sort of other response for those in the crowd she knew. 

Mari quickly absconded Hazel away towards her own tent. Hazel laughed nervously, "Geez, you sure live... uhhh... far away from everyone else." Hazel's mind wandered to the delights that likely waited in Mari's tents. Her head was filled was vision of grizzled corpses, dismembered body parts, offal hanging from the tent's canvas, and an innumerable amount of other 'treats'.