The faintest blush came across Salim's cheeks when she was hugged around the middle. She wasn't used to being touched like this by people she didn't even know and hoped that it wouldn't last any longer than it needed to. When she heard the piercing whistle of one of the survivors of the war her ears flattened and she hissed a little, glaring at the moving figure in all black. "...Scavengers...filthy creatures who harvest from the fallen dead...if I could move..." she snarled.