Rikive shot a look at Flint for punching her arm. She couldn't help it, the image was so unexpected and vivid it made her laugh. Maybe it was a sign she needed to sleep. Dismissing the thought she tensed as the two newcomers entered into the bunker, clenching her jaw and tightening her grip on her sword. For once she found herself agreeing with Flint, it was a very bad idea to let them in. 

Though technically, none of them had any reason to trust each other. [i]And we're planning to band together to try and fight Nemsemet. [/i] She thought with an internal grimace. 

The other's were putting their weapons to the side but she was hesitant to do so. Though, she could see that having her sword drawn wouldn't help ease the tension in the air.

Her shield returned to it's sheath form as the woman walked in and sat herself down with the grace and authority of a queen. "How is it exactly you found us?" She asked, sheathing her sword and placing it back at her hip in her belt. "If you could locate us, it's possible that other's could as well using the same means."