The guard's expression immediately changes to one of doubt - but as she wasn't demanding to be let in, he doesn't turn aggressive. "Right... I'll take that, and send a runner to speak with him. If you'd like to step inside our guardhouse, to wait?" he offered, remaining polite, but distant, but also accommodating, juuuust in case they were who they said they were.<br/><br/>Assuming they accepted, he'd lead them inside a small room, with little more than a handful of wooden chairs and a small table, offering to get them a drink, if they needed anything. Sophie clearly looked nervous about the whole situation, but was trying to fight it - her talents didn't align well with dealing with guards.