Alleyana would have been surprised to know the shield was one of the first things he'd noticed. The locals found staring at her pointy ears more interesting, often. Or at the flat metal bar that made up her left forearm.

Not that she was offended in either case. Offense would mean giving a damn; she refused to do so. Besides, no one here sneered and called her a knife-ear, so she'd take it.

"It is," the Inquisitor eyed Steve in return, and his own shield. Hers was bigger. A far less viable projectile, though; the huge, heavy, spiky monstrosity was meant more for bashing against dragons' and demons' faces. "You a newcomer, then?"

Not that she was much his senior if so; she'd only arrived a few days ago, herself.