Lupa sighed carefully at Trystan's voice and whispered in the male's ear. "It's just one of the others.  Don't shoot.  He's very capable of killing you, and his friend is quite trigger happy." She stayed pressed close to the male in case Trystan got to five too soon.  She was genuinely terrified, and, although she didn't believe he was a hero, being close to the male made her feel better.  Maybe if he didn't shoot, the others would take him in too, and she wouldn't have to be totally alone.