The sound of voices, almost right ahead of her, did little to soothe Bree's already-frayed nerves. She lifted an uncertain hand, forcing aside the leafy tangle of hanging vines that blocked her view. Before her, an exotic-looking man and a blonde warrioress stood facing one another, both with weapons close at hand. The tension in the air was almost as palpable as the heat, and Bree cautioned herself that both strangers looked to be fully capable, and prepared to attack. She shook the vines a bit, hoping that alerting them to her approach would make them consider her no threat. 

"Well then," she said, modulating her tone carefully, "neither of you seem to be one of those who are supposed to be in need of aid."