Misha recoiled, blinking harshly against the sudden influx of light. She stared out at the silhouette of their attackers, clenching her own fists as she coiled her body into a tense and poised position. For the third time today - at least - her thoughts ran with glimpses of half-boiled plans for fight or flight; instead of either, however, she simply stood her ground, peering silently at the adults.