[She doesn't shoot back because the large man is approaching and she instinctively moves closer to Lancer. It has to be a Servant. He wasn't a maddened one, but Lien's sense of unease doesn't lessen. His strides were long and heavy and as he comes closer, there's a sense that this isn't his usual clothing.
Lien mutters to herself]
... Hiding something...
[But hiding what? The Servant stops, still a good distance away from the two of them, but enough so that they could probably hear each other and for Lancer and Lien to have a better look at him. His features were undoubtedly western and his hair was long and dark, tied into a ponytail.
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Lien mutters to herself]
... Hiding something...
[But hiding what? The Servant stops, still a good distance away from the two of them, but enough so that they could probably hear each other and for Lancer and Lien to have a better look at him. His features were undoubtedly western and his hair was long and dark, tied into a ponytail.
He glances at Lien and then at Lancer.]
A brave little Master you have, Lancer.