Waiting patiently for an answer from the trio, Katerina was more than a bit annoyed to find that they were basically ignoring her, as if they couldn't understand what she was saying at all. And here she had thought that she had found someone she could communicate with. it wasn't as if anyone else here had demonstrated the ability to talk Russian, even if they seemed like they could talk with each other. But nope, it seemed as though she was the unlucky one.

Of course, the girl in blue arriving tended to be something of a distraction, and Katerina watched with interest as she examined the returned girl. So was she....like her? Or something similar? At that moment it didn't seem unreasonable, that she could become something like that, a feeling in her bones. She knew she had changed, and was that part of it?

Weapons vanished as the girls argued, Katerina left to wait in annoyance and impatience for the answers she would never get. It was strange to see the discontent, but there was an element to it that suggested it wasn't mean spirited. She huffed at the pointed finger, as if she was being insulted. Seriously, the only reason she wouldn't behave was because they kept persistently ignoring her in favor of the others. 

.....This was going to become a thing, wasn't it?

Suddenly one of the girls slammed her spear into the ground, opening up a strange hole that everyone quickly jumped inside. After all that had happened it didn't seem so odd, and Katerina wasted no time in joining them inside it. Yet almost immediately she regretted the decision, surrounded by an all consuming void. She could yell, yet no one could hear her. She could move, yet would get nowhere. And she was slow, like she was drugged up to have some teeth knocked out or something, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. 

At last she emerged, Katerina looking around in surprise. It was like she was in some folk tale or the ancient past, a castle in the distance, and a verdant green that was not typical to Russia. Though by now she was getting used to that fact. Indeed all the girls seemed like they were folk tale Princesses, dressed in white, red, black, (and she managed to keep from averting her gaze from Tryo) If it hadn't been everything that had taken place before, this would have been as unbelievable as the terror she had just been in. 

Introductions began again, and as she stood near the collection of girls Katerina finally introduced herself, though she kept it succinct and only her name, since apparently no one could understand a thing she was saying anyways. "Katerina Nikolaev," she said before falling silent, letting everyone else introduce themselves.