She had gotten here early - well early. She had control over the area. She should have seen anyone else approaching.
And yet, someone got close. Closer than she ever liked anyone to be, especially when it was a stranger instead of someone she at least was aware of. She whirled, rifle lifting to her shoulder, and then she realized how stupid it was; this close, he'd be able to get control of it, if he wanted, and it would be messier than she generally liked.
She let it drift down from her shoulder, holding onto it with one hand, the other falling to her side...and the pistol at her side. "That you know," she challenged. "You've got one hell of a way of calling a meeting."