[Although Jetshard isn't fully aware of how many alarm bells her appearance may set off for the newcomers and why, there's still something deliberately casual about the familiarity with which she returns Izunia's smile with a narrow one of her own, the way that the not-quite-a-flinch alert half-movement she makes at Nyx's outburst is a small step toward Izunia, and she makes the choice to drop her coat into the blue sparkle of his Armiger rather than the array fetch modus of her own sylladex. Little displays of "I'm with him" that are as intentional as her affection toward the Founder King is genuine.

She nods at Regis's question, a gesture of both agreement and acknowledgment.] Sawbones Jetshard. I think the smalltalk can wait until everyone's out of the woods?

[She can do politicking or she can do doctoring, and, after all, she does have her priorities in this situation. Jetshard turns toward the bed, speaking to Nyx as she approaches.] Now, can I try and help without you pulling any more knives or - was that swearing? It sounded like swearing. I mean, the swearing's understandable if it helps but I'd really prefer to keep knives pulled on me to a minimum.