Nyssa stops several paces away. No weapons raised. No command in her stance. She does not look Kaja over like prey—only like terrain. “I will not touch you. I will not raise my voice. I will not ask you to explain yourself." A pause. Long enough to be deliberate. “If the room becomes too loud, I will make it quieter. If others approach, I will remove them.” Her eyes lift—not challenging, not soft. “You may move. Or you may stay still. Either is acceptable.”