The sword remained silent now as Isabella looked towards the door with curiosity.  The guard glanced up a couple of times to observe the watching woman - the noble around the corner seemed like either a really bad, nervous assassin or someone who was lost.  After a brief sigh, the guard fiddled with a sword on her hilt for a moment before turning slightly towards the cloaked woman.  [b]"Erm, you okay miss?  Did you have an appointment with the young lady?  I haven't been made aware of one."[/b]  The guard tried not to speak too loudly to avoid interrupting the singer inside, but she wasn't simply going to let someone stare awkwardly at the doorway for all eternity.