Sophie didn't know anything about Fate. However, while the young woman was searching for targets, a butterfly fluttered past - followed by a young girl that appeared to be 14 or so, walking after it and not really paying attention to where she was going.

The second that string creaked ever so quietly, Sophie stopped and turned, her posture wary and ready to dodge, intercept or counter a projectile, purple eyes fixing on the archer. Be thee enemy or be thee not?