With piercing eyes, half concealed by foliage, she closely studied the emblem he displayed. It could be a counterfeit. If it was, she likely wouldn't know. Other than the brief movement toward his leg, which she took for a reflexive reach toward a weapon, his mannerism was entirely non-hostile. He was seated leisurely, his shield and weapon clearly deposited in a resting position near by, though still ready to hand. All of this, she knew, could be a ruse. It was his eyes that sold it. His eyes were genuine, even from this distance. She hadn't worked all these years in her particular line of work without gaining some insight into human behavior, particularly in spotting the signs of open deception.<br/><br/>Finally making her decision that he presented no immediate danger to her, drew in a breath and stood taller. Making a conscious effort, she slipped into the now comfortable skin of her camouflage. Gone was the relaxed and exhausted girl. Once more, a playful glint shone in her eyes. A smile touched her lips just slightly. Her step was confident, yet casual as she emerged from the tree and nodded to him.<br/><br/>"Well well... Good day indeed," A throaty chuckle perfectly punctuated her response, "It is not every day that a girl is lucky enough to meet a Knight of the Rose. What is more, it seems I have managed to find a Rose at his rest. What good fortune indeed. I hope I did not disturb you, milord."