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She does not go long uninterrupted, and it is a dark male that intercepts her. She regards him cooly, neither reacting dominant nor submissive when he himself raises his stance. "no," she says, gaze roving over him before settling on his own passively. "merely moving through"  she finishes, and while her voice lacks warmth, it isn't unfriendly, either; merely distant. 

He holds an authoritative air, and she guesses, "are you the leader of this place, then?" she makes several inferences at once, but the many scents here are one of a group, and while this male might simply be another follower, his stance suggests he is more than that. She remembers well the early days of Arthendal, and supposes that this might be a similar case. she will be civil, as it is the best way to gain information, and she male gives no reason to act otherwise, yet.