The Ydra woman nodded, "Recruited, I suppose isn't an inappropriate word. Asta," She replied, giving her own name, "Well met." She left it at that. Geoffrey did not offer a hand, nor did she. Nymira then proceeded to point out that she was lost, but Asta did not say a word. The Dimura had come in after her - it was no surprise that she lost track of her own group. Honestly, had the woman shown up in greater numbers, Asta likely would have just evaded them rather than confront. It would be easier that way. "A moorcat, you said? Little girl has a pet? Makes sense... It's not uncommon for Ydra to grow up with some kind of animal companion... Though oftentimes they're connection is fleeting. Out here it can be less accepted, but if she's managed to connect with one, then that's excellent," She mused, clasping her hands behind her back as they walked. Her eyes cut through the street, though she knew not for whom Nymira was searching.
Finally, the company came across a group of... shockingly young-looking people and a Moorcat, Asta was quite visibly surprised. This was the 'Dimuran Princess's' so-called search party? They were out here looking for a kidnapped little girl and didn't employ the help of anybody with criminal expertise? She huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. At least they had a guard, and now her, to assist. Hopefully the man had some kind of lead as to where the girl had been taken, because if not, this was going to be a long day. Asta subtly rolled her eyes as Nymira explained their situation - right, 'had to look into something' roughly translated from royal-speak to tail a strange woman down an alley and then get all fussy when the confrontation happened.
The Ydra nodded, "Asta will suffice," she replied curtly, pulling a glove from her hand to give his a shake. Her hands were cold, despite having been hidden in the glove, as most of her skin was quite often. "I'm sure that introductions can wait, I was told the missing girl in your company was one of my own. I couldn't in good conscience go anywhere without knowing she was in good hands, now could I?" She asked, her hand returning to the rough material of her glove as she wriggled her fingers to fit it snugly. The woman placed a hand on her hilt without threat, hooking her thumb between the grip and her side, the heel of her palm resting easily on it.
"If it's time to move on, I suggest we do so quickly, yes? These kinds of things are never... slow, are they?" She sucked the inside of her cheek and looked down to Myria, who stood dutifully at her side, sniffing at Ethan's ankle with a paw raised from the ground and intense curiosity. Asta looked down, "Hmph... She likes you," She stated matter-of-factly, nodding at Ethan before giving a sharp, but low whistle to call the cobra fox back. "It's okay, she's not particularly fond of attacking unless provoked anyway."