"Yeah, I don't --" The facade of the brave adventurer immune to all weirdness is crumbling (if it ever really existed) as she crosses her arms across her belly in unconscious defensiveness. "I'm not used to this kind of thing," she admits. "The things we've fought were --"

She grimaces, regretting giving out the information that she's any kind of a fighter, but finishes out the thought. "More...corporeal. Killable, frankly. This is like having a god for an enemy."