( unfortunately, even if she did catch on to the fact that he's being fake as all hell, she's going to eat it up regardless with a toss of her hair and a smug little grin because she's simply Like That. )

Right? ( she beams like she knows it, changeable as ever like the winds. ) I know I'm real good at it, but no. I didn't really have that kind of time with my kind of workload.

( then, dramatic as they come, she holds up a finger as some vague sign that she's about to elaborate a little, eyes sparkling all the while. it's a moment where she can preen about her skills, so.... )

I'm trained in swordplay to hunt down these things we call disaster beasts! Or Maga, whichever. I have the highest mission clear count of all of us, with the least amount in bills for public destruction of property! The best, fastest, most selfless and prettiest of all the Maga Killers we've got.

( ✨hehe.✨ )

But just because I have to fight for a living doesn't mean I can't look nice doing it.

( okay, now she's satisfied. )