Gray didn't turn to look at either of the newcomers, she just kept her gaze trained on the new, and unexpected forest. To the first man, she said, "Sir, you are either an idiot, a fool, or something I don't care to contemplate. The stars are red because something terrible has happened, though I don't know what yet." To the second man, she said, "Yes, among other languages." As she stepped closer to the girl, trying to get a better look at the horizon, something caught her attention. Wings. Black wings. That could mean one of two things, and Gray didn't know how either of the men would react. So Gray pulled a blanket out of her satchel and tossed it to the girl. "You look cold. Might want to wrap up in that." Hoping that the girl got her meaning, Gray finally turned to look at the men. She smoothed out a wrinkle in her long coat. "So who are you, any way, and who might he be?" Gray asked, pointing at the unconscious man she'd gotten a glimpse of.