Astrid's gaze had been on that of the young bell clad girl who seemed a little miffed until the man entered the bar. Used to relaying heavily on some of those extra senses about people she'd picked up being a slum child her eyes were drawn to the man and her guard went up immediately. The subtly friendliness she'd eluded only a moment before vanished and in it's wake a cold calculating looked that measured the man's ever move.<br/><br/>She cared little for what he said to her new captain, obviously he was trying to make a point of some kind, not that she cared. No what drew her attention was the hand he kept on his dagger and the subtle flash of something in his other hand that while she didn't get a clear view of was probably another weapon.<br/><br/>Astrid's internal alarm already gently telling her of possible danger went up another notch and her hand slid into the grip of her rapier. The man oozed menace and danger, if he thought his actions might provoke a fight she'd be ready, but besides the slights shifting back of her seat so she could easily gain her feet and the grip on the hilt of her blade her body language said nothing of fear or even excitement only intense interest in what was about to happen.<br/>