For her part, Sapphira actually looked surprisingly well-composed for someone who had just nearly been run over, especially a regular civilian. After the shock and adrenaline had passed, she nodded and thanked the red-haired girl, backing up to give herself a small area of security. The girl assured each of them that they were welcome as she hooked the shield around her back with a leather strap, but she stopped when she got a good look at Julian. "Hey, I know you," she said in a soft, but cheerful voice, surprisingly calm considering she had just jumped in the path of a runaway truck. "You're Julian Arrowind. We met when our fathers fought each other in the Finals twelve years ago," she claimed, apparently having a good memory for names and faces, even those that had grown up significantly. Sapphira glanced over at Julian, but seemed more amused at her suspicions being right than surprised.<br/><br/>"Your father's not fighting again, is he? I would have thought he'd retire by now, not that I'd mind a shot at him myself," the Scottish-accented redhead mused, misjudging the reason for him being here entirely.