Mount Apikuni Calling out father oh, stand by and we will

Her demenour turned into disgust rather quickly as the man approached closer with clearer intentions. Her absolutely repulse was clear upon her golden face as she took a few step backs into a unsettling creep. More intimidated all else on the obvious intent produced, she was throughly creeped out by this stranger.

Awkwardly so, she coughed, "What do you want," but the words were hissed out more in a sharp growl then a short-pause of a friendly poker-face. A demand of answer. She couldn't even hide her displeasure over the gray man well enough to ask nicly for an answer, in a hope to a more friendly end, then what his intentions were to be. 

She was flight or fight right now, and for once, Orlaith was leaning toward flight.