Semyon grew tense, closing his eyes and letting the young reaper's words wash over them. He didn't open his eyes again until she had stopped talking for good, watching warily as she stomped away, before he allowed himself to relax.

All things considered, it could have gone worse.

Of course, it could have also gone better.

He decided to count their 'talk' as a minor victory, dire threat and all. She wasn't as scary to him now... no that wasn't true. She [i]was[/i] scary, and he didn't doubt she could actually kill him if she tried. But he had a better understanding of her now, at least. She wasn't just a 'reaper', she was a being who happened to reap souls, someone with their own will, who could grow angry or feel hurt as easily as he. Sure things had broken down at the end, but he had said what he wanted to, [i]she[/i] seemed to have said what she wanted to, so then... At least it there was that?

He still never got her name, though.

"Thank you, Nestor." Semyon addressed the man after the young reaper had gone off on her own. Despite his flash of anger when Nestor had first approached, he was one of the few here Semyon had actually spoken with -and wanted to speak to him in turn. Courtesy took precedence over irritation, especially when the irritation was undeserved.

"Your friend enjoys teasing others, doesn't she?" The Wight gestured vaguely towards the man's spectral companion as he spoke. "Though the Young Reaper didn't seem to need help."

He followed his words with a shrug, then decided to look around. New arrivals stood out to his pale eyes, a young woman and a... likewise young man. They really were bringing in everyone they could for this then, weren't they? Though if Atticus hadn't known it was Ragnarok they were trying to stop until recently, it made sense that he would bring in more help now. The thought tempted Semyon to ask them if they had been briefed ahead of time, or had realized Ragnarok was coming before arriving at the castle. Anyone brought in now would have to be well-suited for this task, he was curious what that might mean.

Though the reaper moving around the young lady discouraged talking to [i]her[/i], at least for the moment. That left the gentleman, then.

"If you don't mind, Nestor? I will try greeting some of our new arrivals." He offered the man a polite bow, gesturing towards the gentleman by the entrance of the room before starting to move that way himself. His gaze measured up the man as he approached, making note of all that stood out. 

A lack of standout attributes stood out first and foremost. Handsome yet forgettable features, athletic yet average build, he looked built to be a professional spy. The man's skill was likely subtle, then, though the sight of a firearm hinted at military or mercenary prowess at least. A soldier, then, or armed scholar? 

"Greetings, comrade." Semyon managed a slightly larger smile than usual, one that actually looked more like a smile than a frown. He held out one gloved hand for the man to take, pale eyes never leaving the man's own.

"Semyon Makarov, may I ask your name?"