Ciel heard the footsteps before he saw anything, and all at once he stopped whistling. Perhaps he had been too hasty in his not caring whether he met a person or a Grimm first. He wasn't about to bite the dust five minutes into his journey for glory.

One hand came around to grip the sheathe, a finger poised on the trigger to propel the blade. If he was being honest, he was a tad nervous to utilize Evelyn. Without the proper, painstakingly-practiced stance, the force could send him on his back and the blade flying from his hand. 

All the same, he readied himself and put on a brave face. "Who's there?" He called, and waited.