A few moments ago, Margaery had been convinced that she could easily and efficiently give a tour. She had felt calm, collected, in control - the different facets of herself not struggling against the confines she had ever so carefully trapped each one within. Now, she could not so easily say the same. Ingrid and Maarit were quiet, their hushed voices serving more as a comfort than anything else. It was Genevieve - as it always was - who seemed restless to make an appearance and greet the newcomer that she was supposed to be showing around.

She didn't know why she was surprised. Genevieve was a harbinger of havoc. She probably wanted to sink her claws into Lirim just as she did everyone else. Come on, sugar... Margaery was vaguely aware of her pleads, honeyed just like the smile that still managed to curve her lips. She could ignore her for eternity if she had to- she simply couldn't let her attention and focus slip. That'd be disastrous for all parties.

Inhaling a deep breath, Margaery used a bit more of her mental strength to push Genevieve down, swiveling easily on a heel to face Lirim as she did so. The other intrigued her greatly. There was some strange and unknown quality about them that she desperately wished to understand. Perhaps that's why she had offered this tour in the first place: as much as she wished to ignore her manipulative nature, it was still her nature and when she wanted something - wanted to know something - she often made arrangements that caused all the cards to fall in her favor.

[b]"Right so," She began easily, the slight waver of her voice the only indication that she had been struggling briefly with her own version of the unknown, "Where would you like to go first, love? Indoors? Outdoors? The choice is yours."