Jiao Jie descended the stairs, her stride slowing as her eye fell upon the half drawn blade. One finely sculpted brow arched as she stared at the small group. "A blade drawn in the presence of a lady? What is this quarrel that it may not be resolved through diplomacy? Good Sirs, for shame." Her eyes roved over the four men, and she took another step forward, placing her palms together and bowing lightly. That her approach also brought her closer to the table where a recently re-lit candle burned merrily performed miracles for her appearance; candle light<i>was</i>flattering after all... The little flame, wax and lantern could also come in handy in case of an emergency, which she seriously hoped wouldn't occur. Still, it never hurt to be prepared.