[She is simply focusing on her own work, specifically a ring this time for another project, when she hears the footsteps. Ear twitching slightly, when she looks up, she can't quite help if her eyes grow wide however briefly it may be.]
Whoa!
[It's more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything, both ears flattening against her skull as she jumps in her seat and both hands curl up into little fists in front of her chest. Holy shit what was that he seems so nice why suddenly black coats he doesn't smell of the blood a thaumaturge uses in their rites.
She saw a coat like that once before, and it generally had meant bad news bears.
Eventually (read: once her brain catches up with what she's seeing) she shakes it off, composing herself.]
S-sorry. You startled me for a moment there.
[He may have been very lucky that she didn't have her bow nearby - just her goldsmith hammer and a dagger.]
action;
Whoa!
[It's more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything, both ears flattening against her skull as she jumps in her seat and both hands curl up into little fists in front of her chest. Holy shit what was that he seems so nice why suddenly black coats he doesn't smell of the blood a thaumaturge uses in their rites.
She saw a coat like that once before, and it generally had meant bad news bears.
Eventually (read: once her brain catches up with what she's seeing) she shakes it off, composing herself.]
S-sorry. You startled me for a moment there.
[He may have been very lucky that she didn't have her bow nearby - just her goldsmith hammer and a dagger.]