For her part, a life of caution and paranoia has her ignore the voices behind her, standing and staring at the things that chased her to the main street area of the Nexus. Even after they're gone, she doesn't relax until she feels a few long tense minutes pass. As if waiting for that other shoe to drop, some attack, some thing to come out of nowhere.

It's happened before, and these... things feel weird in her more extranormal senses, so it's entirely possible they could surprise her. Plenty of things in the Nexus have so far.

The flash of movement, light. Eyes, glowing and dangerous, watching her--Dia's hands tighten briefly on her sabers, comforted by their presence in this situation that's not in her control.

When it's gone, she takes a careful step back. Walking backwards for a few steps as she passes the torches and their warm light, and it's not until she reaches at least one more set that she feels even remotely safe enough to turn around--heading towards the voices.

To anyone who sees her, she's a sight: Black, heavy robes and cloak, hood up and drawn tight, a face mask and heavy goggles covering her eyes, and with the heavy bag on her back, she might not be immediately recognized, all considered.