Janna rolls away when she notices that not-so-subtle shifting at the dragon's haunches, just inches ahead of kicking claws.  When she comes to her own feet it's with a low groan, blinking rapidly to clear blurred vision.  She was in a room of perfect strangers, a realization that does warrant a little caution in even the most mundane of scenarios.  In some hellish pit after a transdimensional hop, a brutal knuckdown fight with demons, and in not perfect condition?  Well, paranoia is closer to an accurate description.  She backs away, weapons still held if not in a ready position, waiting to see how the 'holy woman' reacts to the command from the dragon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>