The crowd of workers and travelers in the street seems to slow, beginning to clot the street around the girl that Khait's taken to watch... her own ludicrous sense of over-protectiveness aside, she quite simply hated the prospect that, amid the catacombs of the city's stone architecture and this district's rickety wooden sprawl, she might lose sight of the young woman forever and never know precisely what the hell she's thinking...<br/><br/>Approaching Vanessa none too soon, for as she does Khait spots a group of teenagers starting to cluster, milling about as if aimless but with nothing but venom in their eyes.  She knows the look... it's a different breed, but all too common, that would see this as simple opportunity to take what they wanted in some form or another.<br/><br/>Her rationale fizzled in the back of her mind--<i>despite being predominantly naked, the girl <b>is</b> armed,</i>she thinks.<br/><br/>But since when did Khait let rationale prevent her from doing what her heart said was right...?<br/><br/>Emerging from the crowd, the tall, fiercely-red-haired elf steps forward, not bothering to silence the noise of her armor.  "Finally here, I see-- Very well, still taking to the country custom, I see?"  She calls all of this loudly, not aware until too late of the double-entendre she's just uttered... she flushes, clears her throat.  "Come then, let's get to the blademasters so you can show us your skills cousin!"<br/><br/>She offers an arm, her virulent blue eyes flashing, but friendly enough.