While the shock of being called out shook her core for the moment, the summoning of the bow, primed at her being, did not phase her at all. It was a Root Town, after all. A safe haven for players. If people could just jump in here and attack whoever they could, then there would have been many more bodies piling up the street of people who had to step away from their keyboards, or like that strange fox man there, who suddenly found themselves stuck mid-step: frozen by all accounts of the word. How he knew her name, she did not know, but clearly now was not the time to ask.

Instead, Her eyes rolled over the form of the weapon, taking it in. It was certain a ton more common form than her weapon, but then again, a steam-punk gun would still be considered strange, even in the real world. Fantasy had a lot of room to stretch logic. "Oh, an Archer, then!" slipped from her lips as she was busy examining the weapon. Still, she was blunt with her statement and tone as her attention went back to the ocean.

"Sorry, I must have been a deer in the headlights for that moment, huh?" she tried to chuckle it off before also turning the waves. "I'm Eden, a Steam Gunner." As if to prove her statement, she summoned her own weapon, which certainly looked nothing like an actual rifle. Instead, it looked more like a fountain pen with a handle attached to it with the nip showing the defined edge of the bayonet. "I take it, be your actions, you are new to [The World]?"