Original:

'Scarlet bristled. No one else had noticed them yet. She grabbed the man's arm before he bowed. "Her Highness does not wish to be gawked at. If you want to help, you can escort us to Bay 22." 

Anxiety flashed across the man's face and he nodded, as if he were afraid of her. Maybe he thought she was a thaumaturge in training. 

"Y-yes, of course. Right this way." 

Scarlet released him and shot Winter a cool glare, gesturing for her to hide her face again. The man's stride was stiff as he led them past hovering cargo platforms and crates on complicated tracks. Scratching his neck with his free hand, he glanced twice over his shoulder. 

"Is something wrong?" said Scarlet, steel in her tone. 

"N-no. I'm sorry." 

"Then stop looking at her."

He opened his mouth and Scarlet thought he wanted to mention the blood or the grime or Winter's very existence, but then he shut it again and kept his head down. 

Some of the alcoves they passed had heavy metal doors over them, but most were open, showing docked ships within. 

"See?" Winter whispered. "Mushrooms, and the shadows that dance." 

Scarlet followed her gesture. The spacecrafts' shadows on the walls did look something like dancing mushrooms. Sort of. If she tilted her head and squinted just right. 

"Bay 22, Your Highness."'

Post translate:

'Red ice. Nobody knows them. He grabbed the man's hand before kneeling down. "Their king won't talk. If you want to help, you can leave on April 22."

The man's face looked worried and his head was shaking with fear. He will feel like a slave.

"Yes, please."

Scarlett let go and looked at Winter, showing her face again. The crowd trail faded and paddled onto platforms and targets exploded along the way. He wrapped his empty arms around his neck and turned around.

"A problem has arisen." Scarlet said in her voice.

"N, no, excuse me."

"Then don't see it."

He opened his mouth and Scarlett thought he might say red or sweaty, but he opened his mouth again and continued to bow.

The last alcove has a heavy metal door, but it's mostly open, with a boat inside.

"I think so?" Smile in winter. "Onion and shadow dance".

Scarlet saw his strength. The shadows at the bottom of the walls look like dancing mice. About whether he can lower his head and shake it well.

"22 Bay, Your Majesty."'