Rictor/Siana/Ari
She recognized the voice and nearly laughed. Of all people! He wasn't exactly the Cassul she had come to find, but at least she wasn't out here with utter strangers. The woman she was uncertain of, but Rictor -- Rictor surely would handle himself.
Especially with a little help.
Her cloak had flown open, but she pulled it closed now, partially to protect her instrument and partially to give her hands what little warmth she could. It would muffle the sound, too, but she had something for that, assuming Nate's new model worked as well as advertised. Her icy fingers fumbled with the switch for the amplifier at her belt, then went to her strings. First and foremost -- to ensure protection against the creature's attacks. Then, perhaps, to assist in other ways...
Nameless Song, once so challenging, now came with relative ease, if one discounted her cold hands and dry throat. With the machinist's invention powered up, her voice and the chords underpinning it rang out loud and clear, even over the wind. Her range would be much smaller in this, but they were close enough, and they would hear. She felt its effects settle over her one by one -- the protective barriers of Shell and Protect, the warmth of Regen, the lively energy of Haste.