"Who are you?" Marina inquired.
Mannequin's eyebrows cocked, tilting her head to the left.
"I asked, who am I?"
"Marina, are you okay?" Mannequin asked, her heart beginning to thump faster against her chest. Marina bobbed her head vigorously. Mannequin stood from the stool she was sitting on and move backward.
Marina rose to her full length, and stared at Mannequin then at the stool, she leaned and picked it up, she pointed it at Mannequin and puzzled, "Mannequin, what in the world is this ugly thing doing in my chamber?"
"Uh?" The mannequin was confused.
"Haha, you should have seen your face." Marina smiled as she handed Mannequin the stool. Her grin turned into a sarcastic one, she bobbed her head towards the door, and said lowly, "now. Move out of my chamber, I am busy."