Najaran hadn't really noticed him till he moved to avoid someone else coming too close to him. Her eyes followed him up and she stopped in the entryway, staring for a long moment before a bright smile broke out on her face. She didn't know what kind of card or monster he was, but if he was here then there was another cepter here. She wasn't quite so alone! And she could use her cards without scaring anyone.

But all at once her smile fell, became the fear he might have expected from the first glance. But the fear wasn't of him, not directly. What if there was another cepter, but it was a black cepter? She shivered at the thought. She looked around quickly. Lots of people, close quarters. She didn't see anyone obviously controlling him, but that didn't mean anything. She tried to back up, to bring the battle she thought was about to come outside on the space where she had found herself at first. More open there, less chance of anyone else getting hurt. She jammed a hand into her pocket, missing having her book hanging off of her belt. She drew out a card as she tried to back up, but the press of people wouldn't let her. Her eyes went back to watching him while she waited to find out if she was about to be attacked...