Chris is quick to interpose herself between the two, her own sword drawn in retaliation to the lance being drawn by the man-beast in the water. "Stay back!" She barks angrily to it. "Rinea are you—" A quick look back and Chris can see the anguish on her friend's face, the fear. It's an expression she never expected to see on a woman as kind and empathetic as the Rigelian noblewoman's. It speaks to something deeper, as do her words of pleading to...to whoever she thinks the siren in the water actually is.

This is a battle, but it's not a battle of swords and lances, and not even Chris' battle to fight, though she'll do what she can. Her expression softens.

"...It's going to be all right, Rinea. You're not alone." Chris reassures her. "We can face this together."

Turning back she readies herself in a defensive posture. "A gentleman would respect a lady's wish." She warns the siren. "I tell you again, stand away!"