It takes Malia a moment or two to fully process what it is Mab is saying. When she does, she frowns, leaning back in her chair. She's suspicious; she doesn't know much about the Fae, never really had a chance to learn, but she knows enough to know they can be dangerous.

This is bad. This is really bad.

"I don't know anything about humans either. Do you still think I can help you?"