She was not alone at this booth, but Jampa had not payed much attention to the surrounding crowd of gembound until they were approaching the boisterous Nemean. Her attention slanted to James when he arrived, pleased to see someone she knew - but then a ripple of anxiety ran down through her nape feathers as he seemingly erupted with rage at the hostess. Jampa's mouth hinged; she looked from the agitated horse to the flamboyant creature who had lured them close, and back again.

There was Pride too - he was among those gathered - and as he stepped in front of his fawn child, Jampa's brow furrowed. She hastened to back away from Nemean and go to crescent beside the pair, spooked more-so by James' shouting than anything else the cave may have offered, thoroughly put-off participation.

She glanced at Thalia too, appraisingly, and could not help but think jealous thoughts of how small and soft she looked. How precious, and to have her own father standing as a protector (oblivious at this point of their connection to one-another). With a small huff Jampa turned to regard Nemean, feeling cheated on all fronts, directing that malign sensation towards the hostess with a chilly glare.

Pride moved up, standing by James to accuse the hostess, leaving Jampa to guard alongside the fawn girl.

Nemean had said something to her, but in all the chaos of the yelling of accusations and the growing visitors wanting entry to this cave of doom or whatever, Jampa missed it. The creature urged others to attempt an adventure in to the cave; whether they followed through or not, she did not notice this either. Her attention was focused on James and Pride, as much as she was able to listen through the crowd.

It was all a little bit too much for Jampa. She couldn't focus on anything for long, and with the group growing in volume and herself feeling out-of-sorts, she found it easier to slip back and away from the many bodies. Better to back off now, she thought.