Once he turned his back, she flipped her knife into a reverse-grip, and moved to stand guard. Cold eyes focused both on the captured Arthurs- secure for now, good- and into the gloom beyond.

After all, she was sure there were more incoming.

Although a pistol-like firearm glinted in the dim light- hidden as it was behind the hem of her skirt- it didn't seem like she had plans to use it. After all, she knew people who would get upset if Arthur was fatally injured...

Ah- there was one still moving- not close enough yet, but she moved into a crouch, positioning herself in the shadows just out of his eye-line.

Ready to ambush if he approached.