[ The moment that creature comes close, she only marches forward to fiercely stomp her heel into its face, though it doesn't make it explode as it should. It squeals and bounces off in pain, and she smirks, before shaking her foot off. ]

Already had my fill of these piles of colored shite. They'll eat you in your sleep like a flan.

[ Ugh, she's had way too many bad experiences on her expeditions with those. ]

Besides, there's enough to worry about in this place. You taken a trip to the privy? Don't even try, lass. It's going to take you somewhere else with your pants down.

[ Spoken from experience? Who knows, she's wearing a skirt. Though, she does look the woman over, her ears flicking curiously. ]

What are you supposed to be, anyroad? You a dragoon? Never seen one with such pretty armor. Lancers hardly wear that much.

[ She reaches out to give her chest mail a knock, though her ear flicks curiously. ]

Huh. You stuffed that? It's echoing. You're not ashamed of not filling it out, are you?