Grigori rose from his stump with a grunt, still a bit stiff from waking up. He looks Anna in the eye and points at the cave mouth, directing the animal inside to ensure her safety. With that out of the way, the shaggy young man turns to Dina and takes on the smile of a simple man, somehow made more jovial by his untamed beard. "Feller's scared enough. 'E'll drop right dead if Jet lands on his shoulder an' starts conversing like the prince o' ravens." He was clearly being careful to actually use Jet's name this time, rather than provoke Dina any further. "I'll go have a word with the poor guy. You two just be ready to intervene if 'e draws steel." Grigori rummaged around in his camoflauged tent to retrieve his weapons. They weren't anything particular threatening, just some things no sane person would go into the woods without.<br/><br/>He approached the panicked traveler as though just taking a casual stroll, stopping about 15' away with a casual scratch at his hip. "What's the trouble there, sir? Look like y'seen a ghost!"