Finally, Mekoa stood slowly so that she didn't increase the heavy tension in the broken house. She kept her hood up, but lowered the scarf. Something in her spoke out against it, but it was to hard to breathe. Bowing her head in respect, she opened her scarlet lips.<br/><br/>"For all intensive purposes, you may call me M. That is all you need to know at the momment," Mekoa told him in an even tone. She didn't trust him, she didn't even think any of the others trusted him either. Just as a safety precaution, she crafted a few tedious wards around herself against both him and the other man. The one who only said enough to set her on edge.