Nephenee has been...fairly scarce at times recently, to be perfectly honest. She's got a routine, but until this past month, when a certain someone became visible and audible to her, she'd been holing up. Slowly, as the dragon's influence keeps getting to her, and partially to keep said dragon from going crazy and thus driving her crazy as well, the Sentinel's been going out more...though sometimes, like now, it's more to answer some sort of call. Not one like Persy's but something deeper, something that wants to be out in the snow and the chilly weather, even more so than her usual love of this weather.

It's while she's wandering outside in the forest clothed in a deep blue cloak that her instincts fire hard, and she flings herself to the side; even while the ammo wouldn't have hit her - both because of his aim and her reflexes being well above a normal Earth human's average - it's danger, and danger means her battlereadiness comes to the forefront. Silver claws dig into the earth and kick up clumps as she skids, hood flying back and releasing the emerald hair tinged with silver flecks, and the new, draconic nature has her readying her breath weapon...before she sees and hears it's Ivan.

Nephenee relaxes - somewhat - and lets a more controlled, smoky-white breath out as she rises, quickly tugging her hood back up. It's not nearly fast enough to actually hide the silvery-blue scales and freckles on her lovely face, or the horns coming in, or the red creeping into her cheeks.

"{Hey, it's that guy that needs to loosen up, like you!}" Persy chirps excitedly in her head.

Ignoring that remark, the Crimean answers the other soldier, brushing the dirt off her claws. "A-Ah'm alright, Sir Ivan. Jus' startled me, is all."