Briar, go. Smiling with no warmth behind it at the woman, Tris's hands went to her hair. It looked like absentminded fidgeting to anyone who didn't know that Tris stored magic in her hair.

"I have to agree with him. This appears to be a whole city. If you dislike our reunion so much, then kindly stop distracting me from the task at hand and please leave." That Tris was not snarling was a Bad Sign. Small sparks dancing on her hair, over her hands, were the only outward sign that she was more than mildly annoyed. Briar's issues with this woman's sudden appearance were her issues with the woman's appearance.

Tris didn't take her eyes off of the black-cloaked figre for a moment. Giving Briar a mental shove, she added, Get out of here. If she starts trouble, I can take care of myself.