She grits her teeth at the laugh; it feels like he caught her playing dress-up in things belonging to somebody older and more sophisticated. Like bringing a sword out here was a cute little quirk. Doing anything other than listening to him comment on her choice of weapons will only encourage him, though, so she bites her tongue.

"Oh." Stay that way, she wants to tell him. It's better if you don't have to kill people. But she's told him more than enough already today. Nodding back the way they came, she says, "Let's get out of here."

You go first.