Abbadon's hand hovered over the holster to his black revolver, Dead Man's Hand, as the flask of liquid explosives soared through the air towards Yaozu. It would be easy enough to blast the thing, either disorienting, killing, or crippling the hand of the large monk. Then, if he were to survive that, either the vibrations or another well-placed shot could bring down the part of the roof to either deal even more damage, or provide a nice little three-second barrier between the gunman and the hypothetically raging monk. 

Fortunately, the whole situation didn't devolve into an interplay of guns and martial arts, as before Abaddon even made a move, a sigil appeared and a bright light flashed, illuminating the area for that brief second. The gunslinger reached for his revolver, but didn't draw it. There was a rather high chance that the light was going to reveal the Magiya representative, so it would be best to make sure they [i]didn't[/i] notice the drawn weapon. But there was also the off-chance that this Saren asshole figured out some kind of teleport spell and came to nip the bud.

Fortunately again, Abaddon's caution was unneeded. Without even hearing the introduction, he could tell that they were Magiyan. The clothes and appearances certainly looked the part. Although the dark skinned one was most definitely foreign, it seemed that she was the representative. One of two if her words were to be believed. That left... the old man? ...No. He looked far too 'official' for this sort of business, and besides, that'd leave the little girl all alone if they were to set off immediately. Besides, what if this little girl had some necessary magical thingamajig to make it so they could complete their quest, or was secretly some kind of ageless being, or had some useful magic spell thingy that would really help if things went down hill? Best not to underestimate the kid, or the judgment of a Master Mage.

"Abaddon Vystel, sir, ma'am," the courier greeted the redhead and the Master, giving a simple curt wave and a nod to each before sauntering over towards the rest of the group and taking a position to Rei's free side, beside Aura. "Hey kiddo," he greeted the child in a tone that was surprisingly soft for the abrasive behavior demonstrated earlier. The sides of Abaddon's lips curled up a bit. It wasn't quite a smile, but it wasn't that indifferent scowl of his either. At least he was trying to look slightly less boorish than usual. 

"Don' mind her. She's jus' overly concerned is all," Abaddon explained, pointing a thumb towards Rei, "I'm sure you'll do jus' fine. 'Sides, if anythin' goes downhill, we're here to make sure nothin' too bad happens. Promise."