I ignored the chatter in the background, keeping my crossbow trained on the stranger.
"Are you alone?" I asked suspiciously.
By this time I've maneuvered, unseen, into a position that's about... uh...
Well, let's imagine Trava's at six o'clock and she's facing the group of unidentified persons who are at the middle of the clock with their backs more or less towards the twelve o'clock. Got that? Okay.
Now I'm ninety degrees over at three o'clock, but quite a ways back in the brush and timber. Just close enough that I can sort of hear most of what's being said. When the tall, gritty-lookin' dude with the ratty jacket and the not-so-ratty crossbow pops his little question (and ###### rightfully so; I'd ask the same thing myself) I'm half-tempted to play my cards straightaway, just to be dramatic and all, but I don't.
I just hunker down for a few moments and watch and listen. Look these people over and let all the little details work into my skull. I'm in no hurry to initiate interaction without prior observation. Body language, physical characteristics, armor and equipment... it's all important.
And I haven't survived this long by ignoring important stuff.
plus, I can still RUN AWAY if I have to but DON'T tell ANYONE I said that heh heh