There's nothing to fear, Hunk, because Ena is by far the least fun out of the whole motley crew.

She clearly hears him though, because as she slowly turns, scanning the area, she pauses with a frown. "Shh, I'm concentrating here." Can't whoever it is tell? It's Verus, isn't it? She sighs briefly, but at the same time she knows that he at least respects her magical prowess and would leave her alone if it meant benefiting the party. So wait, something didn't add up.

She doesn't move for a moment, until the elderly Human standing near her suddenly breaks his calm facade, puts out his pipe, and rushes towards the ruin standing beside the church, unprompted. That must have triggered something in Ena's mind as her head quickly snaps to the source of the voice. "A survivor?" she murmurs to herself, studying Hunk for a second, but something is decidedly off to her. "No—" The glow in her eyes quickly disappears. A random, unfamiliar, and heavily-armored human just appearing here amidst the destruction? Suspicious, indeed. "Who are you? Why are you here?"