Springlatch would keep his stance on where he was. Documents held out with the guild insignia stamped on them, really not wanting trouble but more over he just wanted to get about this person who was being... rather blunt and in perhaps a few ways idiotic about his approach in this whole situation, this gunner having put himself in considerably more danger then he might have realized. His eyes would quickly dash over to the second one, briefly looking over their armored form and shuddering just a little at that behemoth of a weapon they where carrying. Saying it looked heavy was an understatement.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">The new comer would calmly lower her cannon, setting it down to the ground behind her while watching the four in what was now silence. She would reach up and pull the blast plate down from her face, sliding it into a pouch on her side, yep definitely a barioth under that armor. Wonder what one's doing so far away from the frozen norths. Crossing arms, folding one over the other and obscuring her abdomen from view with wings. The look being given was one of indifference, with a slight undertone of amusement.</span>