Samantha looked up at the group of locals, startled and wary of what would happen next. Her grip on her sword tightened considerably. She had no experience in running away from angry mods of citizens - and not to mention Trigger would never let her live it down if she took that way out. Sam claims the mare has trouble with holding grudges against her, especially when she gives Trigger apples that are way too ripe. 

To her surprise, this Zhang individual she had aided smoothly diffused the situation with the locals. Samantha stood up and slid her Dao into its sheath on her hips. She carefully watched the thief stand up, somewhat painfully- she smiled proudly, though inwardly at his obvious wounds. Sam considered he wouldn't be foolish enough to attempt to run now; or so she hoped. 

The masked stranger came to stand beside Samantha, and as she gazed into the holes of the mask and examined the stranger's eyes, Sam could see traces of wariness clearly displayed - or perhaps it was confusion. Sam nodded at her, a small smile displayed on her lips in an attempt to send a sense of security her way. If this woman trusted her, Sam thought, she could start to learn how to understand her better and avoid further misunderstandings.   

Sam turned to Yuo has he introduced himself. She reciprocated the bow and joked with a chuckle: "exciting isn't exactly the synonym I would use." She placed one hand on the hilt of the sheathed Dao and introduced herself to the group next: "Samantha Oshiro." 

[i]"Any of you here to meet a military officer named Peng Do?" [/i]

"Affirmative." Sam stepped forward towards the masked woman and quickly skimmed over the piece of paper she held. She didn't really need to read the paper, as the familiar handwriting was enough of an indicator of whom this was from. "Yes, you are to come with us," Samantha replied to the foreign woman with a nod of her head.