[The nervous tension in Alla's chest begins to grow as he seems to be speaking to an invisible person.]

W-Well, it is the first time I have ever had wings. So, I am afraid I am not familiar with using them, yet.

[The youth considers conjuring his spots to 'feel' about the room for him. At least then, he'd have a better idea of where in the room he should turn his attention towards.]

If I may ask, whom is it I am speaking to? I am Alla dAubergine.

[He begins to step back, slowly, away from the light. If he could inch his way into a dark enough area, his spots could slip out from under his feet, unnoticed.]