[center][h2][color=aa8585]Beatrice LaForet[/color] and [color=#94b8b8]Lancer[/color][/h2][/center][hr]As Lancer fell back, opting to honour the plan and the agreement laid down by the Church despite his reservations, Beatrice kept moving, her eyes scanning about for any interlopers. Despite her rebuffing of her Servant, she wasn't unaware of the risks, merely confident that, between the two of them, they would easily be able to respond to anyone foolish enough to try their luck this close to the lair of their natural enemy. 

It did come as some surprise, however, when someone opted to reveal [i]themselves[/i]. At the sound of movement from round the side of the church, her head turned and her slow approach ground to a halt, her amber eyes locking themselves upon an unfamiliar individual coming forward to greet her. A young woman of average height- or perhaps a little above average for the locale- dressed in a nun's habit and with a graceful air about her that made itself apparent even at a glance. She was a rather fetching young lass, and Beatrice may have been taken in by her smile if not for a few details that suggested a more interesting situation. As enchanting as they were, her golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes were colours that skewed far from any she'd observed of the rest of Sako's population. 

She'd already met the Overseer, and though the woman would have been out of place [i]anywhere[/i], that came with the territory. No doubt there were others who resided at the Church, but if she rightly recalled, they were locals, and had been relocated for their own safety besides. The obvious conclusion was that she'd come over with the fair Sister, but therein laid the question; who was this young woman that the Church deigned to have her be here at this fateful moment in history?

[color=aa8585][i]<Be alert, Lancer,>[/i][/color] She intoned to her Servant across the psychic bond she had furnished them with, as the young woman approached them. She blinked, and the man would be able to see what she herself was seeing. [color=aa8585][i]<Seems like the fair Sister isn't the only one the Church sent.>[/i][/color]

[i][color=#94b8b8]"I cannot say that I am surprised, after what you told me of the last wars. I doubt they intend to risk their own opportunity to claim this prize."[/color][/i]

Indeed, even if they were charitable enough to take the Overseer at her words, it was no secret that the Church's interest in the Grail War extended beyond merely ensuring that the participants followed [i]decorum[/i]. Though she'd sidelined the matter to investigate Sako for traces of the new Grail and those responsible for it, she'd suspected that the Overseer had summoned a Servant of her own to pursue those interests. This girl's appearance merely deepened those suspicions.

[color=aa8585][i]<Of course, though let's not act hastily.>[/i][/color] Or perhaps more appropriately, [i]broadened[/i] them. The young woman's stance didn't present any trace of hostility, or even reservations about approaching a potential enemy; and without the certainty of knowing who she was, that could be either mere placidity or the poise of a Master. Either way, however, this was a rhythm that Beatrice was used to negotiating. [color=aa8585][i]<Seems like we're not in any immediate danger, and we might be able to figure more out by playing along.>[/i][/color]

[i][color=#94b8b8]"Funny. I was about to suggest the same thing to you."[/color][/i]

[color=aa8585]"Good evening,"[/color] she responded to the girl as she tuned Lancer back out, the whole span of their exchange only seeming like a moment's contemplation on her part. It was unlikely that she didn't have at least some idea who she was, but for now it made sense to return courtesy with courtesy; and so while Beatrice kept her body language reserved and limited to a polite nod, she likewise offered her a smile. [color=aa8585]"Hope I haven't interrupted anything, but I'm here to speak with the Overseer?"[/color]

As she spoke, her eyes moved past the girl, looking around for any telltale disturbances that would indicate a change in her understanding of the situation. Nothing as such, but... was that another girl a short distance away?

[i][color=#94b8b8]"What are the odds...both of them are blonde. Try to keep yourself out of trouble."[/color][/i]