Talasyn's shoulders hugged her neck and her hands pressed against the pipe with an urgency. She was now sure she wasn't seeing things, and it was a person. She shifted her feet, ready to run should this stranger decide to attack. Talasyn pulled the pipe close to her, rearing back her shoulder and preparing to fight. "What do you want...?" Talasyn sputtered, her voice shaking. Her tone was deep, and it was obvious that she was trying to appear unafraid.