"I was headed that way anyway." Said Freya. 

Within her helmet, she gave a soft smile. Something that would not be seen by the boy. She caught her breath and lifted the armor sack over her shoulder. Feeling that she need not say anything more, she started to head toward the area where all the commotion from earlier had been. She paid no mind to the people still giving her frightened and hateful looks. She could care less. As she walked, however, she realized that she had never introduced herself properly, nor had the boy given his name. She could not be bothered to turn around amd face him, however, because others may overreact out of their feelings toward her. So she said,

"I'm sorry, but I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Frey-"

Before she had finished, she spotted the area they had been heading towards filled with guards. They arrived late, but still armed and numerous. They surrounded a group of people, and a figure that looked like a high-ranking officer was leading them, making demands to the ones the guards surrounded. They were probably witnesses to the event from earlier. Another realization came to Freya's mind: the boy said that a friend of his had run to the center of the event. She turned to see if he would do anything rash.