The last thing she'd expected to see was Him. Her breath froze in her chest as her entire body stiffened and she drew in a sharp breath as first rage, then the sharp intensity of -wanting to know- hit her.

Fingers going painfully tight on her weapon, she stalked up to the man, ready to defend herself if needed, or to attack. No contingency on that, just -ready-.

Her voice was low, almost a growl as she go within easy speaking, and for her striking, distance. "You."