[ She idly seemed to listen to him, finishing up yet another bowl of ramen and pushing her plate aside. He was trying to explain why he didn't need a Master, which sounded a lot like him just trying to convince himself. A roll of her eyes would alert him to just exactly what she was thinking of his rather lackluster reasoning. ]

Ta gueule! [ She finally snapped at him. Her nose scrunching in irritation. ] Christ Archer, did it look like I asked for your-- [ A pause, wait , something he said gave her pause. There was no need for a Master here?

The utensil in her hand would begin to dimly glow, the metal becoming so hot the spoon began to melt. Gauntlets closed around the now nearly liquefied cutlery and she would slam her hand angrily on the table. God damnit! That disgusting, devout trashcan of a man had made it seem like she had no other choice! Of course, it didn't help that her brash nature led her to not actually fact check the reality of this summoning.

Turning her rage upon the Archer across from her, she would bark at his comment. It seemed he had struck a nerve. ]

I do not need a Master, my hatred provides sustenance enough, but in case you are too daft to see that, I can certainly give you a demonstration! [ It was not so far fetched to think that she would lunge over the table and light him on fire for unknowingly embarrassing her. ]