Jemma swallowed hard, the realization that this man in front of her had probably killed more people with a knife than she had ever healed with her alchemy... She was about to say something, stutter something out but at that very moment everything sped up and she lost track of what was happening.
The blur, the ice the man who just seemed to appear out of nowhere and then there was an arrow sticking through the ice. Jemma's eyes widened and she let out a cry, from surprise not from fear. He was near. He was close by! Which means that he must have been watching her all along. She wasn't safe. Nowhere was she safe! She had the urge to run but running in no direction without a plan when... she looked at the angle of the arrow. "Above us?!" And the next thing she knew they were running. She was following, keeping the cloak wrapped tightly around her.
"Who- who are you?!" Jemma yelled, demanding of the new comer. She looked at the man who had handed her the dagger - James - "He'll be following us. He's a devil with a mark!"