The lynx gave a momentary growl just before this shadow appears and he is instantly set half-back, on his guard. He isn't one to fight. He doesn't throw punches, but neither does he run. Now, with his broken wrist, trying to act against this apparent threat--

...This apparent threat that had a crow on one shoulder and hair that reminded him of Maya Fey.

Was this girl part of the puzzle or a fellow searcher? His eyes narrowed as he half-turned, guarding his wrist. "Do you mind?" Miles bit, brows lowered. "Some of us are taking this seriously."