Dina's eyes were wide and staring at the man as he was brought closer by Grigori. She froze like an animal in headlights, had cars existed in the world as she stared at him. Slow moments passed by, almost like an eternity as she recognized the man, and then as Grigori introduced himself properly. Her eyes turned to Grigori, accusatory and angry. How stupid could you be, bringing an enemy right to them? He might say whatever he wanted, but that did not mean that he hadn't been followed--especially if he were on the run and not friends with the Count now, as he might be being tracked.<br/><br/>Her eyes grew wide once more as Grigori spilled their opposition of the Count to the man--damn him! Did he have no sense of subtlety, no awareness of how much trouble they might be in? If he knew what they were...<br/><br/>She glanced at Jet, wordless communication running between them, her worry and doubt obvious through their bond though neither showing on her face as she schooled it into its usual coldness, turning her attention to Daenan. What were they to do about the new addition to their group? They couldn't let him run about, even if he spoke true. Were he captured and forced somehow to speak, it could prove the ruination of everything they were. And with their animals, it was almost obvious what they were.<br/><br/>Uncharacteristically, she remained silent, allowing him to take the lead and she watched the others with wary eyes, fingers twitching beneath the table almost in a paranoid manner, ready to weave a spell with only a moment's notice.