It was kind of hard for the younger magus to take notice to anyone else in the room, as her attention was claimed very firmly by the summoning circle in front of her and, subsequently, the man that appeared after the ritual completed herself. She smiled as he gave her a slight lecture about fear, something which definitely did calm her nerves in the foreign situation and the pain that was welling in her palm stopped. Or, rather, she stopped noticing it.

The hand offered to her was taken, Janiyah offered him her non-mangled hand and lifted herself up, taking notice of the odd pattern that had settled itself on the back of her hand as her bandages loosened themselves around her arm. After standing herself up with the help of her new partner, the young magus quickly tightened up her wrappings around her arms then suddenly hugged the man in front of her, not noticing his somewhat menacing appearance as she did so.

She withdrew almost as quickly as she advanced, and stood in front of her Servant. Though the bandages around her face made it somewhat hard to see that she was smiling, her eyes being nearly closed were a pretty good indicator. "[color=tan]I'm not sure if you know or not, but my name is Janiyah Crocker. It's very nice to meet you.[/color]"

It was only after she said that that she allowed herself too look around, at the other Masters and the other Servants. As she expected, almost everyone was taller than her. No surprises. Other than the very clear high difference that she took note of, it did look like everyone there was legitimately threatening. However this played out, it'd definitely be interesting. Her attention once again flew away from the other Masters to this.. Passion Pancake? The name didn't really matter, the gist of his message was what was important, and the corners of her mouth tugging into a light frown as he mentioned his.. "death clause" as it were.

It was only after the man who brought them there brought up mortality that Janiyah realized how dangerous this situation could possibly be, with so many Masters and Servants stuffed into one small area.

She whispered to her Servant, tugging on his wrist lightly. "[color=tan][i]I'm trusting that you'll follow with haste when I make my way out of here. The last thing we want is to be caught in some kind of cross-fire, or be targeted.[/i][/color]"