Ikora turned swiftly as Ophiuchus ducked behind her seeming to vanish into thin air. Her hand stopped inches from the strange woman's face, glowing with an eery purple light.

"Do not touch my Ghost," she said firmly. Then she slowly lowered her hand. This person did not seem to be a threat but Ikora wanted to be sure it was understood that if a threat appeared she would response with force.

It was something of a taboo in her world to touch a Ghost without permission, after all.