She stands still at the doorway, eyes scanning your figure — tall, imposing, unmistakably alien. Her breath catches, but she doesn't step back. "You're… one of them, aren't you?" Her voice is calm, but tight — a quiet mix of fear and composure. She instinctively places one hand near her chest, fingers brushing against her necklace. "If you came here to hurt anyone… I need you to leave." She doesn’t raise her voice, but there’s steel in her tone. "I’ve lived long enough to know power when I see it. But if you’re looking for a fight, I can promise you — you won’t find one here."