Corona Sugarfloss, Fancy Swordmage

Corona, on her hands and knees, is surprised about the unladylike position she found herself in. She is awkwardly stunned for a moment before flitting back to her usual altitude, which is eye level to the others. After that, she brushes herself off and clears her throat. "Hem hem. Very well then. Lead the way, Mr. Chereth," she says. "Not that I'm sure this plane has an 'East...'" she mutters to herself, afterwards. Usually which way is where has to be agreed upon for places with no magnetic poles.