Dione, of course, wasn't going to answer and give away her location. She turned her head to watch yet [i]another[/i] stranger through the gently-swaying leaves. Behind her mask, she pursed her lips and turned pale. It seemed that, judging by the weapons some of the people carried, she was horribly outmatched. Her darts could kill small animals--and she usually needed to slit their throats to make sure they were dead. What would they do to a human? Leave a deep, nasty wound that might get infected, but they wouldn't win a battle. Still, if she stayed hidden, maybe she would have a chance.