Sian nods and studes the two most recent arrivals-- the fey-looking archer and the dark-haired woman.  She turns to Jek.  "Keep an eye on those."<br/>Taking a few long strides to cross the plank, she readies her shield for a push through the crowd.  "We need a rally point," she says aloud, "and we're gonna have to make our own way.  Hang onto my armor if it gets real crowded, and call out if you get pushed or pulled," she says.  "We'll have to ask around-- ears open, eyes open, right?"  In practice, she is rather unprepared for this kind of operation, except that her instinct is to break the task down into an orderly system.  "What's this crest look like, anyhow?"