She followed his narrowed gaze down to the sword on her hip, realizing that her grasp on the hilt could be seen as a threat and moved her hand. The gem immediately went dark. She resisted the rising curiosity, the urge to reach out with her senses and gather deeper information about this man. Perhaps later, but right now she needed to focus on the matter at hand.

"I prefer to think that they are scrambling, trying to pretend that they haven't failed Malicant. but you are right in that that can make them more unpredictable."