The ginger was startled when he spoke his words, was she in the middle of a battle? Where was her conection with Michael? Questions akin to these arised in her head, the mid-teen looking female looked at the prince morified. All color drained from her face, she was scared stiff. She had merely protected herself with her magic from a samurai assuming her relations with a land she's never heard of. "Domine non sum ita paenitet! Ut non sit impetum amicum tuum! Quaeso ut tibi sit vel non nocere populi tui!" She was speaking not even japanese, she held her short-sword defensively wincing as if bracing for impact, and her wings moved to hide from any strike. "Iniuriam nullam in animo mihi domine.."