The young woman nods in reply to Ausk and Orion, extending her hand to each in turn.  She seems to be asserting eye contact, subtly sizing them up.  Something about her reaction to the mage implies wariness-- not a barbaric distrust of magic, per say, but certainly a nervousness about casters in general.  She nods and smiles sweetly though as she pushes away her distrust.  To the cleric, she half-smiles, "My purpose is to protect, I s'pose, so you keep our souls intact and I'll try'n keep our persons that way too."<br/><br/>To the willowy, coppery-skinned girl, she flashes a slight and confused smile.  "Nice to meet you," she says.  "Sounds kinda like a broad area to cover."  She notes the short-sword... preferring the legion-style kukri knife for its versatility on and off the battlefield, at least she can identify that she's not the only one carrying a weapon.