To be called 'exotic' here is not a compliment, though not quite an insult (yet), and still a label she did not choose for herself. Though at least in this Vex'ahlia is not alone (save that she no Vax to share it with) as the designation isn't just on account of her parentage.

She can hear the word go unspoken in the look given her by this gorgeous woman, the preternatural beauty almost fey-like. Noble, like Percival, like Uriel had been, it's not hard to tell. Save for the tension lines around her eyes, in the curve of her mouth as the Lady speaks, she would have thought that the Lady d'Zefyst was unbothered by the existence of someone no doubt below her station.

Fortunately, charm is a weapon Vex has learned to use against such attitudes, and use it well, no matter what the social situation. "Is this not the right direction? I'm guessing not, if you're having to ask." The grand gesture is met with her brightest smile, and a sweeping bow - not mocking. Or is it? These people have never attended court in Tal'dorei..

"I was hoping to familiarise myself with the lay of the land, so to speak, but it appears I took the wrong left turn for the ladies' barracks at some point." She straightens, flipping her heavy dark braid back over her left shoulder. "So many new sights, and all these 'machines'. It was really quite distracting."