Ib had to admit, the 'orc' as he claimed to be was unsettling her with all his loud yells and wildly waving his weapons around. The fact he kept asking if they were something he could eat didn't help matters either. So the girl decided to go join Darkhunter and Alphonse, wanting to be away from the gun-wielding people on the other side of the room. She joined the two, not as unsettled by Darkhunter as she had first been. She had probably gotten over the shock that he could talk. Then again, dolls were not supposed to talk either and she had encountered many of those disturbing things in the Gallery. She glanced across the room as the orc started yelling again. She resisted the urge to cover her ears to block out the noise. She wished she had, however, when Darkhunter bellowed at the orc to be silent. 

Having been right next to the feline, the noise was deafening. The child yelped in surprise, stumbling and tripping over feet which sent her tumbling to the floor. She clapped her hands over her ears and curled into a little ball, squeezing her eyes shut. She had never liked loud noises, the sound scaring her ever time. She was terrified of thunderstorms and the fact that Darkhunter's yell had been louder than that sent the child in a panic, hence her fetal position on the floor next to the feline.