Well, well. Looks like they have a new entrant after all, and he's straight out of King Arthur's castle. Sonja, not being much for chit-chat by nature, observes Jaime's approach, acknowledging him with an arch of her eyebrows but nothing else. She has the stillness of stare and body language that suggest at something not quite right (though it's hard to tell if it's abnormal psyche or abnormal species, since in her case, it is frankly a little of both in play), but she's moderately expressive, at least, even if most of her expressions veer toward detached amusement.

There is some murmur of curiosity from the crowd assembled. Looks like they'll have an audience.