Her heart had never sounded so loudly as it pounded in her ears. She heard a voice and between the brush she saw someone. It seemed as though he might have heard her. He did not appear to badly wounded. She took a much needed deep breath. He did not appear to be armed and she had come this far, why not get a few answers. Taking precautionary measures she took her bow in hand. There was a dagger strapped on the outside of each of her thighs. Soft petite hands parted the brush and the flame haired female stepped forward, presenting herself to the male. He looked fairly beat up. Almost as though he didn't stand a chance. He was soaked and out in the middle of territory he most likely knew nothing about. The priestess stood in observation of the male just a few feet from her. The wind teasing at the light thin fabric of her ropes. An idle hand teasing at the feminine pendant nestled in the valley of her bust.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here?" A simple question. Males had no business on the planet of Eve, but from the looks of things there was little way he was going to put the shattered pieces of metal back together and leave. At least, not anytime soon. "You know your kind are not welcomed on Eve, no? You could be killed by the Elder's hands, eaten by a number of creatures, or killed by me." She was curious. Threats were not really her forte. Not when she didn't truly mean them. A sigh escaped her lips and light green orbs looked around, just in case there were more. Her bow was hung on her back once more and the bag was placed upon the ground. "How bad is it?" She asked, only having moved a foot closer. She now stood about four feet from the seemingly injured male. She had no idea what he was capable of or what his intentions may have been. She was going no where near him until she had a few answers. It had been quite a while since she had laid eyes upon a male. Her last encounter was not something she liked to remember.