His voice isn't familiar, unlike his form, but hearing the Russian is what stops her a second time. She swung back around, keeping just out of arm's length, red hair swinging and blowing thanks to the wind. She didn't lift her fists this time, but moved naturally into a defensive stance, arms lifted just enough to catch hold of any limb that might come her way.
Lifting her eyes, she met his again, frowning in uncertainty. Natalia wasn't sure why the word stopped her - it hadn't been an order, exactly, but it still caught her attention, and she barely breathed as she studied him a little further.
"Who are you?" Came her question at last, and for a moment alarm flickered in her gaze, because that didn't seem like the right question - but the most natural one, followed by a second immediately after. "What do you want?"