Elle stared at the man hard, as if burning his face into her mind. She answered his first question simply "Preemptive measures," and nodded to where he had stowed the poster. To his second question about her name, she said nothing.<br/><br/>The snow began to fall harder as Elle took in the situation. She had the man more or less captive, though as she looked at him she realized that he was either inhuman or magically touched. No eyes without pupils, so full of transparent emotion, could exist in a human face. She was not deterred, but her caution elevated. There would be no room for errors with this one. In the depths of her hood Elle glanced to the left and the right, wondering where would be safest to take her prisoner.<br/><br/>"Stand up," she said, her voice as flat and emotionless as ever. Her intent was to lead him off the road and bind him, though she wasn't sure how her rope would hold against... whatever he had up his sleeve. Still, usually the best way to test the danger of a thing was simply to act. She was aware that her limbs ached from the cold and that her fingers and toes had lost feeling, but it wasn't the first time she had braved extreme weather for her prey. This, if anything, warranted her utmost effort.<br/><br/>She motioned to the dark forest behind Ghaleon's back. "Walk."