Someone was speaking to her, not running in fear as the rest of them seemed to do. Not that it surprised her. Most had that reaction when she entered a room. Hadn't she made sure of that response after all these years? And she senses no power in this one. There was definitely some in the vicinity though. Multiple types of magic ranging from new to old, with their different flavors and auras. So much untapped potential just waiting to be corrupted.
Maleficent turned to the man, already knowing where his weapons were located. She could feel their presence in the air around him. But such weaponry was easily evaded in her current state. She looked him up and down, noting his appearance and the clothing he wore. He was not royalty, that much was obvious from the way he carried himself. A peasant probably. Someone's servant.
"Do I look alright?" she snapped, keeping him in her gaze.