Stalker watched closely from his hidden place as the blone. . Lucy as she called herself took a few steps towards the brunette and held her hand out. Tilding his head to the side a little he was wondering why reach out ones hand to greet something she already said her name so what is the porpuse of it anyway. He putted his Dread bow on his back and the arrow into the quivor and took his Despair knrowing knifes out from his other side and was ready to throw them if anything happened to this blonde 'lucy' For some he felt a need to protect this weak looking human women, but something else just tells time not do it a thing if fighting would erupt and just blide and watch who the stronger is.