[@WittyWolf]

She watched him throw the gears up into the air and was impressed to see them fly. How were they doing that, she wondered. She didn't bother asking; she likely wouldn't understand the answer. Raphael seemed to be contemplating something, so she waited patiently for him to make a decision, eyes scanning the crowd as she did so. She smiled when he called her a companion. Despite enjoying her independence, it was a comforting thing. Provided it did not infringe on her freedom.

"Who's Nasus? Is she worth the same dead or alive?" she asked, as casually as if they were talking of the weather.   

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a member of the public get a little too close for comfort, and wondered whether he would look to where he was running in time to realise his obstacle. He did not. In fact he fell head first into Titan, who swatted him like a fly. JG stifled a laugh as she saw the horror in the man's face realising who he was messing with. Though she was mostly safe from the flow of the crowd due to her strategic position next to Titan, he decided to pull her in closer which immediately made her tense again. If he was paying attention, he might realise the man-handling as well as the invasion of personal space would have set her on edge. So much for that new-found confidence, she thought. She could feel her heart rate increase at the stress of the situation, and zoned out a little as she tried to calm down. That she hadn't moved away showed that she still trusted him, but she certainly wasn't at ease right now. Finally, she drew a deep breath and straightened her back. Her face resolved and serious, quashing any feelings of anxiety with sheer will power. 

"Are you taking the body now, or waiting for the guards to disperse the fight?" she asked, nothing in her voice betraying her brief emotional roller-coaster.