When Ena hears Asriel's voice, she turns around. When she faces him, he'll clearly be able to see the silver glint of those scales creeping up her neck, just above the collar of her robe. Yep, you're in the right place, my guy.

Ena is none the wiser, though. She puts the piece of fried chicken she was about to bite into back into the cup from which it came and looks at him curiously. "Yes? May I help you?"