[color=007236]"Hildegunde, and likewise,"[/color] she greets back simply, giving a brief smile to the shadow witch before going back to quietly observing.

There was much to behold. 

Chunji's approach and aid of the half-elf.

The various tall tales of desperate students.

Fingers dancing in the air idly.

Trigger met index as soon as Hildegunde noticed the the hand motions. She wanted to give no warning. The others had done that enough. If he dies shocked to his core by a sudden bullet to the brainstem, all the more fitting for this pompous prick. All she would have to do was pull.

But blessed be her comrades, for she makes one for Ciara. She hardly knows the girl, but there's something uniquely irritating about this man that makes her quick to defend. Even if he had stopped the spell momentarily, Hildegunde doesn't trust him not to try anything else.

[color=007236][i][b]"Umbralist or not, fuck around and you [i]will [/i]find out."[/b][/i][/color] Hildegunde's voice has a rare intensity to it, matching her piercing gaze and scowl. Her gun isn't pointed, but of course, it doesn't have to be if the situation calls for it. She seemed beyond caring herself what Valen thought; this was a warning first and foremost.