Eve was standing in a darkened corner, her hand running over the grip of her dagger. Pawing it as she stared at the doorway, the fighting above was starting to pick up pace. Wild growls of hatred, screams of someone being beaten to death it seemed as some blood leaked through the floorboards. Stepping backwards for a moment her black cloack swung to cover most of her body again, only the dark black boots remained visible and her pale face.<br/><br/>Red hairs tied behind her head as she stared at her new 'companions' she was suprised there contractor had not arrived yet, thus she remained ever watchfull. Hand on her weapon, she took the three other's in. Guards, no one except for weaklings needed guards.