The longer she stood watch, the less she liked the area they'd chosen to stop in. Even if it hadn't really been a choice. Just looking at her charges was enough to see that many of them wouldn't have made it another step. There was too much open space here, too many places where her eyes needed to be and not enough of her to go around. No matter how quickly her head turned and she scanned each direction, she was just one woman. A trained soldier and experienced fighter, but not a miracle worker. Her entire body felt anxious and exposed like a live wire crackling against the air. She'd ask for help but there wasn't really anyone in the group fit enough to stand watch. One glance back at them was proof enough of that. Those that weren't slumped over in exhaustion had outright fallen to sleep in the short span of time since they'd stopped walking. As glad as she was that she'd found them, and that she was getting a chance to help, she suddenly wished she hadn't been so hard-headed about coming out on her own. Even having Khan would have helped.
Rubbing nervously at her arm, she tore her gaze away from the group and focused on the opposite horizon. Scanning where they'd come from, before turning her gaze one direction and then the next. Not entirely sure if she should be grateful that she could so readily see in all directions from this one vantage point, or if she she should just add that to the list of mistakes piled up against her.
There was an eerie silence here. A symptom of the darkness or the disruption of their presence. She hated that silence. Hated how it made her ears strain in desperation for each little sound; the shuffle of the refugees, a cough, or the scuttle of some insect. Anything at all that would fill the void left behind. Weighted and heavy, like someone was holding their breath in anticipation for the oncoming disaster to strike. She knew she should be keeping a level head, shouldn't let her mind sink into catastrophes that had yet to occur, but it was difficult. She didn't just have herself to protect way out here in the middle of nowhere, she had people to look after. Desperate, tired people, who'd been living in caves for ancestors know how long.
She was alert, but it seems not alert enough.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The point of a dagger was uncomfortably familiar against her back. Like an old friend she didn't want any part of anymore, and it took all she had to school her expression. Keep herself calm so she didn't scare the others. The last thing those souls needed was panic, and the last thing she personally needed was for that panic to get her killed outright.
Fear was the familiar curl of a serpent in her belly, ready to strike up at her heart if she let it. Yet practice made her voice steady and her body stiffen only the slightest bit. Muscles tightening more like she was ready to strike herself. Lips parting, fully ready to snap back- but she stopped herself.
Familiarity ticked at the back of her mind. Nagging until everything else seemed to slip away.
"Sparing my life, and now threatening to take it away? Someone needs to make up their mind." Her head ducked down, and to the side. She couldn't see back to him but she was sure. Almost sure. A huff of air past her lips, and her body relaxed hands lifting slightly away from her sides in a non-threatening gesture. "No one here is dangerous Shang, least of all me...unless you don't put that dagger away."