Naomi carefully sheds her cloak and wipes her boots before padding up behind her savior--Selena Blackthorn.  The girl's ginger hair was drawn back into a long pony tail at the nape of her neck, and she had expressive bangs.  Given her tendency to favor her acrobat's motley's over dresses, the shape of her body was on full display beneath the emerald trigger and leather, though her most private areas were occluded by a far from knee length skirt.<br/>How did she hide her knives under that anyway?<br/>She froze for a moment, awestruck once again by Selena's raven tresses.  flushing for a moment, she shook and stepped up next to the older girl.  "Do you suppose it's a trap, Miss Blackstone?" she asked for the third time.  "Never mind, I have decided that my paranoia has become passe."