"... Alisa," the girl said with a flat tone. She seemed to have no reaction to Yzma's surprise at the sight of the tentacles. Nonetheless, she willed the tentacles to swallow her journal back into it's inky abyss and reshape them back down to it's usual cat-ear hairband shape. Would Yzma be in for a treat if she ever found out that the band was really part of an alien creature.

"No, I don't. You should ask someone else." The young girl didn't have to think much to answer the woman's next question. She was too busy on her search to get to know the politics and such, not that it was much of an interesting subject to her in the first place.