[A woman in such modest finery, it's not that surprising that's her reaction. Vanessa takes no offense to it, not personally anyway, but she does find such thinking to be close-minded and small.]

Is that how it ought to be then? Whatever we do not wish to see, we cast out? [She looks over at Mary.] Or perhaps lock it away with other things that displease us?

[Glancing in the direction of the beasts, she shakes her head a little.]

If their only crime is grotesquerie, I do not see why they should not be left to live in peace. [A beat before she adds thoughtfully,] No doubt it us who are the invaders anyway, not them.

[As for her basket, to the untrained eye, it really does look as though she's just been picking up anything that might have caught her interest for a particularly peculiar arrangement in her home. But there are such things as agrimony, cedar, althea root, lavender, and calendula flowers.]