Before Samus could receive an answer from the light brute another walked in, one who’s pelt was nearly opposite of the other. They smelled alike, these two, and Sammy suspected they were one of many family offshoots that lingered around these parts. The boy headed straight to his relative, addressing him as Arcadian, a name that rang a bell but the mistress didn’t care to recall where from. His tone was joking, yet she could tell that something very serious lay just beneath the surface of those lyrics. A crimson eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. A fight would always be entertaining...

Samus immediately noticed the charcoal brute’s sharp gaze and turned to fix her own jeweled stare up his features. Average, she guessed. Sammy herself wasn’t really much of a man-hunter in her spare time, although she was often under the attack of numerous predators. Psh, just a bunch of cheap jerks hoping to get lucky. He began moving towards her though, this mystery man, and directed a jeering question her way before sitting within her presence. Smart boy, she though with a smirk, noticing the distance he kept between them. In response to his words, though, Samus Aran simply gave an exasperated snort, throwing her head in a small circle. Her sharp response was quick to follow.

“Watch your words, pretty boy, or I’ll give you more than you bargained for.” She spoke with her usual smile, one that complimented the daringly evil glint in her eyes. She turned back to the older man to see if he had a reaction to her initial statement, then returned her gaze to the daring young raven.