The young man who followed the Elf ran in after her. He wasn't the type to give up a fight just because the odds were hopelessly against him, but his paycheck is from the sorceress, not from the poor stupid bastards dying outside. His eyes glimmer slightly as he recognizes the noble figure inside, feeling a touch jealous.<br/><br/>" Don't, Mizrel. She's a Cyberknight... A decent person, and I'm not sure I'd even be able to take her in a fight." He says, gently pushing the gun down. " If we don't hurt her, she won't hurt us. Right?" he asks the woman. His other hand is at his side, softly fingering the vibroclaw he keeps in a small holster there, just in case it's somebody else- That specific cyber-armor is fairly particular to the Cyber-Knights, though...<br/><br/>He's fairly tall, and strangely handsome, though he is mostly clad in an old CS armored uniform. He has a head full of unusually silvery, thick hair, and he looks through the room, wondering if there's anyone else in here. He'd think more people's survival instincts would be kicking in...