Just because she was waiting, just because she was curious and trying to behave rational like a proper citizen in this modern world, didn't mean she was keeping another Dragon at her back. Especially one that she didn't know. So she turned as he got closer, kept her back to the wall instead, sizing him up with sharp, assessing eyes.
The boy wasn't terribly old, by either sense of the word, but especially not by their kind's standard. At least as far as she could gather in a glance and an extension of whatever it was that allowed creatures of each Race to find one another. Not that Jayati herself was ancient, but too much travelling and death, in her eyes and by her hand, and aged her in the ways that mattered, or so it felt most days at least. Something in the corner of the boy's eyes told her that he was similar, and that didn't really make her trust him more.
"I am the Sheriff." The rest she wouldn't comment on, wouldn't dignify it with a response. One of her deputies had told her what that loud mouth the Mayor had authorized was saying online, and frankly, she didn't give two shits. Jayati wasn't really one to engage in verbal tactics or battles, and in this case, when they were supposedly on the same side it seemed especially asinine. She had no skill at it, and no patience. Throwing around accusations with nothing to go off of was a waste of time, and she wasn't going to spend her's defending herself when there was actual work to be done.
The fact that this child was introducing himself without any of the traditions, and with what sounded dangerously like an accusation, had her hackles raising. Oh, if only her mother was here. Jayati may have lost her at a too young age, but she was still one of the greatest sources of knowledge on tradition and their history of her generation. It had left an impact on her, even if it didn't always show. "And who are you? Other than new, and rude." A single eyebrow raised to accompany the equally arid statement.