Mei
Mei moves to stand between the group and the incoming native, gun at her side, her eyes narrowed cautiously. "The bloody hell is that?" She asks, frowning deeply.
Miles
Miles moves toward the brush, holding his weapon loosely. He doesn't point it at anything, but his movements are cautious and defensive. "I don't care what it is, if it tries anything it won't be anything." He shakes his head.
Mikaelan
"I want to go find out." Murmurs the little thing, standing. "I heard the trees breaking, it's a terrible shame. They must be blessed."