She turns lightly, at the hiss of the doors, eyes roaming easily down the form of the entering man. She takes but a moment to evaluate him, his presence, his threat, his demeanor- and then a moment longer to enjoy the sight. It is a rather lovely sight, if not quite as lovely as the bridge she'd found herself on. But then, with the majesty of the scenery, it might be easy to be just a little lost in it. Her lips curve a little more upward at his question, and she leans back just a bit, against that lovely railing.

"Oh you just might, at that. I don't suppose you'd like to tell me where I am?"