[The voice makes Irvine spin, his shotgun already half raised, but then he stops when his gaze rests on the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. And he's seen a few. She's gorgeous, and if he were being polite he would take off his hat, give her a bow, hell, lower his gun--

[No. His mental defences slam up and so does the shotgun to his shoulder, barrels loaded. She looks just like Matron.

[Like the sorceress. The only reason he doesn't fire is because she doesn't have the tattoos and ... other stuff, the remnants of previous junctions she's kept to boost her power. And she approached him, on purpose, got in his way. She wouldn't do that if she could just kill him from the crowd. But he snarls:]

Back off.