She hums a soft note of agreement with that statement, her eyes on the handful of natives. That seems like a bad plan, but she isn't sure calling out would do anyone any good- it probably wouldn't stop them anyway.

"Always seems to be a strange mist around them when they show," she offers, not sure what that means. "Maybe it's not quite portalling, but something similar? Maybe someone could follow a trace of the magic somehow?" Inej knows perfectly well where her skills lie, and magic isn't one of them. Deferring to the more knowledgeable is something she's perfectly fine with doing.