Ciel observed the girl as she appeared from the brush, and though he kept his hands on Evelyn's handle, his grip relaxed. She herself looked imposing enough, but the blade caught his eye above all else. It seemed technical, but robust and sturdy, and most importantly it looked like it could cleave through Grimm flesh with relative ease. 

As far as partners went, she'd do nicely, he thought. 

"No no, together sounds like a good plan," he said, and offered a graciously low bow before starting off after her. "My name is Ciel Wolshaw, and who might you be?"