Larea jumped backward in surprise as the stranger poked her, quickly moving to cover her nose with her hands to avoid further contact. It was a near life-long conditioning process that made her so wary of others; she couldn't remember the last time somebody approached or reacted to her with true kindness, but that didn't stop her from attempting to seek it out from time to time. She stared at the knight, now with a slight amount of fear in her eyes, as her getup was hardly one to invoke the idea of friendliness; although intimidating wasn't exactly written in her facial features, either.