Jacques was a bit to preoccupied with te sight of the Drow emerging from the Rift to notice the SAMAS suits. His frown was heavy, and the hand on Mizrel's slowly tightened its grip without him realizing it. There were so many of them, the women obviously in charge here. His senses clouded with so many beacons of... evil... moving around. His mind almost spun, and for a moment, the psychic (unknown to be so to his companions) swayed in his seat.<br/><br/>But he shook his head once, banishing the sensations and focusing his perceptions. He spoke softly, urging Mizrel down to hear his words.<br/><br/>"Are they as friendly as they appear to be, madame? I can imagine the one with all the jewelry has brought quite the fruitcake for her new neighbors."