Yedra stifles a smile at the pompous entrance of yet another noble with overly inflated self-importance.

Still, she never underestimates a potential opponent - nor a troublesome ally -, so after flashing a quick hand-sign to the party she heads towards the entrance and comes to a stop next to it. That way the group cannot be subjected to a single blast. (If the newcomers attempt to stop her she simply teleports behind them via her mystic martial powers.)

"We're listening, Prince. Or is it Your Highness?"

She keeps an eye on her friends to see if someone has intelligence to share.
To her, people hiding their faces, in particular their eyes, is especially evocative of the Drow - not a good omen.

She has decided she'll target the wand-wielding man if it comes to a fight. This does not mean she goes looking for conflict, but those automated mental processes and tactics are the result of her years of training and battle.