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A Scottish woman walked around a puddle, it wouldn't do to get her hosiery soaked while looking around for those lotus characters. As she molded herself more into the crowd, Laurel looked in hope to spot the group? She wasn't even sure what she had to look for. The gathered crowd was a mixed bunch of humans. And even though she had been too London before, this wasn't a place she'd visited.

Her golden eyes glared at the gathered group as she tried again to pin point those she needed. She also strained her ears trying to catch anything useful information, but so far all she heard was gossip. Gossip about lotus, Janus, and even how she was dressed like a highlander man. She scoffed mentally at that duo, they didn't know anything.

She uttered a groan and walked around a bit, hoping that an idea would suddenly come to her before she lost all patience.

Eisul was tempted to slap the little man, but she kept her cool which was a remarkable feat considering her short temper. With clenched hands, she smiled happily. She noted in her mind that a good thing about Hanboks were that they didn't cling to the body and so the old man would have to use alot of his imagination if he wanted to think anything of her.

"They heard of me here and there. Apparently they thought that my skills would be of use and recruited me. Of course I couldn't believe it at first, it didn't sound like it could be anything real. Too much like a manhwa."

((Manhwa = manga in Korean. Hanbok = Korean traditional dress.))

Laurel yelped and jumped back but only to have enough for her raised hand. When normally she preferred to give men a punch to the gut, this was to great an offense. She spread her fingers and threw her hand down against the short man's face. "You need to watch where you are going, sir," she stated in a cold voice. The woman rearranged her sporran while waiting for her apology.

At hearing Henrick's comment, Dzaya gave a more attentive scan of the new woman. Hm...well, she seemed more like a fighter then Eisul did, in any case. Whether that was a good or a bad thing remained to be seen.

She waited a few more moments, to see if she would confirm it. If so, then she'd go ahead and introduce herself...until then, she was content to remain a bystander.

"Well, yeah. Some Lotus guy told me to hang out here and let the new recruits know you're in the right place, but he didn't say anything about it bein' a battlefront. It ain't my fault my head's where...well...it ain't." Henrick seems to find this amusing in some way, and snickers at his own words again. "These two here are Lotus types too, but they don't hit as hard."

At the comment about not hitting as hard, that smirk made a return visit to her face. She felt the need to defend her pride against it, and the smirk was somewhat obligatory to that...Dzaya didn't know what, but it always was.

"You didn't stick your head in my chest," was her - rather blunt - explanation for that. If he had, she wouldn't have just idly been watching.

Turning towards the newcomer, she gave another slight bow of greeting, "I'm Delgerdzaya."

"I did not hit you at all." Was the only reply she gave to the man before turning her attentions to the woman of Scotland.

The woman had bright blonde hair and was tall, a contrast from what Eisul was, and she stood strong. She was a lovely woman though in no way did her appearance make her look weak, at least not in the Korean woman's eyes. In a way, she envied her. She was always being mistaken to be a weakling and to be years younger than her actual age.

Giving an internal sigh, she gave a bow and introduced herself as Lee, Eisul and shook her head in reply to Laurel's question.