Terra has no idea what that suit means to the local population, but she doesn't miss the caution that appears on the faces of her would-be assailants when the blonde woman appears. It would seem this woman is a local, and someone who commands some respect among the populace. Or perhaps respect isn't the right word, so much as fear.

"What's a Junior prom?" she can't help but ask. It's an unfamiliar term.

What she does do, however, is move a little closer to the blonde. If she's going to offer her help, then Terra's going to try to watch her back in return. She draws her sword and prepares to fight.

"It's just one Turk," grumbles the ringleader, unimpressed with the hesitation his peers are showing. "Get 'em both!"