"Miss Emery," said Fox, drawing herself up importantly, "Fox Emery. This is my big brother, Ira, and my sister, Auden. We're here with our mum. I'm pretending to be a queen, but my dress is all itchy, and I don't think queens have itchy dresses, because couldn't they just get their servants to bring them another one that doesn't itch?" she spoke very quickly in a bright, high voice, the words tumbling over one another.
"Sorry," put in the boy, Ira, on his younger sister's behalf, "She's like a runaway train sometimes." Then, abruptly, because he couldn't think of a better way to ask, "Who're you?"
Auden gave him an admonitory glance, but said nothing, staring stonily at the stranger.