[i]The woman opened her golden-bronze eyes, turning to look at Garin. Her skin and clothing were caked with blood, deep gashes in her back from the jump, and where her skin was scorched off from the 2nd degree burns all over her body. Her first assumption was that the man was a bandit, here to finish her off along with the village ahead of her. Shakily getting to her feet, she raised her right arm, pointing the barrel in her gauntlet's palm at Garin.[/i] "None of your concern," [i]She grunted, her warm eyes narrowed in suspicion.[/i] "Who are you, what're you doing here?"