Nala maintains the act, and the face she turns towards Tralkor and the others is completely wooden. If they had been spotted, there was no way they could let the little creatures get away with the news. She nods to Tralkor and silently takes an assessment of herself. Her crossbow is loaded, but not cocked, on the top of her pack. It would be an easy movement to ready it, but an obvious one. She eases her one-handed grip on her spear down a bit, to a position more suited for combat than walking, and lets the other one rest on her belt, next to where her knife is tucked. She canít spot the creatures in the bush, but she trusts the ogreís eyes to let them know when to strike.