She had just been stepping off one of the other boats herself, and looked around, scowling. No Dane. No idiot 'bots. She... could do this. She could do this. She patted herself down...still in her formal gown. Which meant... no tools.

She let out a very unDisney like expletive.

"Cusser!" she snapped. She liked having Cusser around to do her swearing for her, but the small robot failed to appear. She swore again, then heard the woman. She turned to face her and just.... stared. No.... She'd know if she had a sister.... Dane looked so long for the lost Princess, he'd have discovered if she had a sister....