The blade comes quickly out of the corner of her eye, and were Allison faster, she would have attempted to put herself between the blade and the harpy. Not out of any particular sense of duty, but the idea of standing by while the creature that saved her was attacked by someone near by her didn't seem like a great plan. Fortunately, the harpy is faster.

Then, the sword is turned on her, and she raises her hands, showing that she is unarmed (at least physically) and she doesn't mean anyone any harm. She's become accustomed to having a gun drawn on her, rather than a sword, but that doesn't mean she isn't weighing her options, calculating the moves it would take to disarm him, wondering if she would be fast enough, or if rumoring him would be the better option.

But she'll at least try to use her words first. "They're not my enemy." That much is true. They haven't done her wrong at all since she arrived, and while she is new to things, she believes in taking things at face value.

"Are you sure that they're yours?"