McKenzie's eyes snapped up from the floor when she realized the man was coming down the stairs. She watched him closely, wondering what he was thinking, what type of person he was. Honestly, she didn't care, she thought after a moment of taking his appearance in properly. There wasn't anything that caught her interest about the man, nothing she wanted- well, perhaps the calmness he seemed to have, the control of himself, she wouldn't mind having that. It was one reason she was here, to better learn to control her anger and not lash out as much as she usually does.

She could tell this man knew a few things, though, and she wasn't an idiot. She knew when to pick and choose her battles. She straightened herself just slightly when his eyes ran over her, pulling her shawl even tighter about her shoulders. She wasn't a weak person and she didn't want to be viewed as such. But something about this man gave her chills, made her want to look away and leave, but she didn't. It was a pointless feeling, one that didn't make much sense to her.

She titled her head a bit when he began walking up the stairs again, after speaking. Were they to follow? Well, obviously. Glancing about her but not looking too hard, she decided to be one of the firsts stepping forward and following. She didn't want to look scared. Because she wasn't. So, with her chin up and shoulders straight, she began to follow the intriguing man up the stairs. She wasn't one for asking questions or for just being rude. She had manners and she knew how to use them so quietly, she followed.