Aine watched the man pace, he had an air about him she had to respect. However, as he was among those that woke up with her, he was hardly someone she could call an authority. However, the air about him still caught her eye. She moved closer, attempting to figure out if he was a sort she could call commander.

Something about him upset her hearts, he did have every look of a commander, things to respect. However, the same time a chill touched her neck, he didn't look to be a commander that demanded respect as such, he reminded her of stories she was told of her Great-Grandfather. He was feared, not respected, her mind went there. However, her Great-Grandfather was a good man, even if he was not a very nice man. "Are you as lost here as I am?"

She walked up slowly, carefully, her coat drifting near the floor. Confident in herself, at least trying to throw that face to the world. Subdued in her movements as she approached, searching for a sign of who he was. What sort of man he was.