There's something to be said for panic and desperation. As soon as she hears his boot scuff, her bo staff is out, extended and she's turned to point it at him. Her arm's shaking a little as she does, but it's better than nothing.

She looks him over, instanty reassured that he's not wearing the typical militia outfit, but that doesn't mean he can't be a threat. But still, her first though is vigilante, and she really, really hopes it's true. She can't win another fight.

"What do you want?" She tries to keep her voice steady, as if that'll hide how injured she is.