Apache pushed the door open and eyed the two strangers. She caught what the one of the said, but didn't react. Well, she did react, but it was more that her surprise at hearing her own language spoken in the palace kitchen looked very much like confusion at hearing a foreign tongue.

"Morning," she said, flatly.

And then she took in the newcomers a little more. One of them was... grey. The one who had spoken, in fact. There was only one clan that she could think of that had skin of that colour, and the strong Überwald accent just filled in her suspicions as to what, if not who, he was. A Noah, at a guess. A member of the Kamelot family, one of the many weird Mist-altered families in Niflheim, those who had been handing down their mutations for so long they were considered bloodline limits, rather than imperfections. They didn't need to wear... she scowled, trying to ignore the thought. They were pretty high up in the noble set, well known enough, but she didn't now how much beyond the borders of Niflheim. She knew, because her hometown was just across the border.

The other guy... just looked like a Hyur. A standard, brown-haired Hyur. Could be anyone.