Kit flinched a bit at the sudden contact upon her gloves. Her eyes flickered to the perpetrator, her other hand tightening around the hilt of her knife. Although she relaxed a bit when he spoke kindly enough, she remained unimpressed and continued to scowl at the man with narrowed eyes. Even more so as his lips brushed against the fabric of her gloves. She promptly pulled away and brushed at her hand, as if trying to rid it of dirt. "Well in my culture, uninvited advances upon a woman are grounds for castration," she warned coldly, her eyes flickering back to his, "or death if you're lucky." The young woman didn't elaborate as to whether or not his greeting counted as an "advance," but it was certainly uninvited. 

The man with the bow spoke next, draped in mystery with only those pale eyes peeking out from beneath his hood. [i]Creepy,[/i] she thought. Her thoughts didn't change much when the boy called Lamb spoke, and she eyed the dagger in his hand. "Hm," she hummed, frowning at him.