Z had one hand in her bag and the other still gently gripping Lukas's wrist. When the tall man barged into the house, uninvited, with a small boy toddling after him, her eyebrows furrowed and her nose wrinkled in distaste. She watched as the kid bent down, and when he raised his hands, the hand that was in the bag came out with a hand-crafted knife that has a polished jewel handle. She was about to slash at him, not really caring he was a kid, but stopped before she raised her hand when his hands started glowing. Z's eyes grew wide; she dropped the knife back into the bag to seem less of a threat. She slowly signed, "[i]Who are you?[/i]"; As well as forgetting that most everyone could not read sign language.