[ The instant that she seemingly effortlessly boots the decently weighted treasure chest up, up, up and over the hedges, Ragna's mismatched hues follow its trajectory as far as they can allow from ground zero. He doesn't make a whistling sound, but his lips do form a small "o" at this lady's freakish burst of strength. At this stage he is well aware of how multidimensional this whole hub was. He's hardly the only one with supernatural capabilities walking around; Weiss was a Huntress with special summoning powers, Kazuya was a Demon King (apparently. looks are deceiving), and the laundry list goes on and on as to the various lots that have culminated here. He really shouldn't be that surprised by Mordred's own feat.

Still, he flinches upon hearing the faintest of impacts halfway across the maze from them. At least his own heart rate has gone down from the initial slew of insults she threw his way. He's almost able to forgive her calling him a bitch outta nowhere; because something tells him THAT wasn't some enchanted slip of the tongue. ]

I...can't tell if that's what you MEANT or—

[ Her face goes into her hands. ]

—scratch that.

[ If he's brushed up on his language of Horninese... ]

Whatever the hell's gotten into us, it'll prolly blow over eventually. Most bullshit around here does. when you ride my cock.

[ Just. Stares. Not remotely what he was going to say. But also knowing this place? Not inaccurate. A low, rumbling sigh of irritation as he threads a gloved hand through the back of his hair. ]

What's your name?