Now this Alisaie knows how to handle. She's not in the habit of attacking innocent people, but questioning them is well within her purview. She catches sight of her new friend catching up, and lifts her brows with a small smile at her. Alisaie hadn't been entirely certain she'd follow, but the back-up is nice, if not necessary, in her mind.

"Pardon me!" she calls out to the ticket holder when they're halfway down the alley.

The girl pauses, then looks around. She's covered in the beautiful unit. merchandise, from her earrings and necklace to the novelty backpack and band shirt she's wearing. "Um... what do you want?" she asks. "I only have one ticket!"

Alisaie holds up a hand and her tone turns more kindly as they approach. "So you do. My friend and I were hoping to find out if waiting in that queue was worth it. Someone else mentioned the tickets they were selling here might be counterfeits."

"Mine is real!" the girls insists, clutching the ticket in her hand hard enough her finger tips seem to be going white.

Alisaie glances over at the other woman from the line. She's happy to let her take over talking, if she seems keen on it.