You're Not Qualified

At the same time, the red-haired teenager noticed the bronze badge in Ikaris' hand and grabbing his arm she bombarded him with questions while dancing in place,

"A badge?! Are you by any chance one of these new Lords? How did you get a Stele so young? Which Ruling House are you affiliated with? Since when..."

The slightly older redheaded youth who was inspecting the medicinal herbs next to her interrupted what he was doing and dragged the young lady back by the collar of her shirt.

"Sorry for the inconvenience." This one hastily apologized. "My sister always acts like this when she meets other Lords her age."

With a firm shake she freed herself from her brother's grip and pouted, taking the opportunity to comb her hair back. After having thrown a murderous glance to the latter, she looked away and asked again with more restraint to Ikaris,

"Was I wrong?"