As the Nei arrived, Vela and her sisters, the Ssin'urn Elghinn, were the quickest to kneel, heads bowed. Vela's knee hit the floor, hard, only her armor preventing her from injuring herself doing so, though not having it on wouldn't have slowed her down.<br/><br/>Her dark armor and dark hair matched her function well. In public they were mostly ignored, save for their immediate reaction were the Nei to be threatened, insulted, or even looked at in an in sufficiently respectful manner. However, when called upon, she was one of those that held a particular skill for assassination. Her armor was tight fitting, Reinforced where it needed to be, but otherwise showing off her tall, feminine body. She let the claws on her feetm specially suited for vicious kicks, or climbing, click against the floor as she stood, when the Nei had allowed it. She and her sisters took their places. She held her sheathed sword in her left hand, thumb on its small guard, ready to draw it at the slightest provocation.<br/><br/>She watched the crowd, but her eyes usually returned to the Nei. It was difficult not to focus on her beauty, but even so, Vela's mind was on the Nei's safety, and her body, but mostly on the former. After all, the latter was usually on her mind, but the former was much more important when out in public.<br/><br/>Vela paced, trying to watch everything at once. With enough of her sisters in one place, they succeeded at seeing everything, if only as a group.