Her hand is on her knife when she senses the other presence, flipping it over easily from skinning a rabbit to a position more fit to a swift attack - and then for a moment her face lights up and dies again. For the briefest of moment, it seemed to her like one of those that she had come to see was standing before her, but no - it is a stranger, his dress and colours marking him as of Doriath.

"Well met." She stands, setting down knife and rabbit - if this is a trap (for it is well known that there are elves in the service of Morgoth, willing or not), she would still have weapons on herself, but if it is not, it is a gesture of peace.