She reacted first to the male quality of the voice, and her head whipped around, her eyes glaring. When she saw who it was, though... it took a moment... but some of the coldness left her eyes. She dropped the shields. It was only her care for the plants that was keeping her temper even enough that she didn't freeze or burn with her touch. Her hands were more beat up than usual, however, her finger tips bleeding freely.

"You will not touch me," she said coolly.