"N-no thank you."
The stutter came like a second skin to her, though she didn't suffer it too often. Her NPC travel guide had nudged her towards the boats, demonstrating briefly that she may climb in and ask to go up to get to the true border of the isles. Heights... were never her favorite. Maybe another time, Amelia would tell herself, but she couldn't start this train wreck of talking to each of the Clans with a panic attack. So, she waited for a Hyperian to come down from their roost, a small apologetic smile on her face, "Hi, hello - My name's Amelia, I'm from Painted Brigade? I'm just here to extend an invite. We're hosting a Halloween bash, and everyone in Agrelos is invited, so the party will have an ultimate truce laid over it," her tail tapped the ground, "It may be uncomfortable for some, I know, but please trust me that everyone will be safe," had Kingpin rambled this much? She didn't know.