The silhouette approached, almost silently save for the squishing and splashing of mud mixed with the heavy rain. The figure slowly became visible as a slim and somewhat short person in the fog, little taller than Ivan, carrying what was indeed a lantern in one raised hand. Said person wore a very dark blue cloak with a sash keeping it closed in the midsection, the garments almost silk in their appearance, save for the harsh contrast of mud coming halfway up to the person's knees. Said person, coming into view, was a woman with striking blue eyes, a face that was in perfect contrast to the mud down below, and could not have been older than her early twenties.
She stopped outside the dome, looking at the diverse weaponry aimed at her while she held the lantern.
"Did I come at a bad time?" she asked over the rain.