Anelle watched the man's actions, her face grow still and measured. Her body followed her expression, though her limbs and motions were much more fluid. After a short buzz of essence flowing into the room, she immediately grinned, her smile crooked as ever. There was a fire burning within the man, almost literally, and she could feel the energy welling up as he turned up throttle. Though she was supposed to set a fine example to new recruits, there was no need to go overboard on the guy for his first days within the society. She had no scars to prove it, and her youthful body dissuading such ideas; she's been in more hopeless situations than most of the people in Erro. Demon hunting was most of her life, and while she hated it, this job was what gave her a reason to live. 

Anelle began moving slowly to the side, her eyes always centered on the man. Each step she took generated a low thud with her sneakers, her smile trailing with the rising glow in her eyes. The room seemed to shrink as the tension pulled at the two, the walls sliding inwards with the energy. She made sure to not give off any hints of action, her radiance completely off the radar to the man.

Then suddenly, her hand slipped behind her back.