He says he'll look into it, and that's all it takes for her to back off again. It doesn't particularly matter to her if this guy gets back the things that he wants--but it seems silly for him to arbitrarily decide that something's not going to work.

And maybe there's a part of her that wouldn't mind facing off against another swordsman for once.

He starts fussing with his clothing, and it's only then that she notices the colored bits of skin peeking out from the cuts in his clothes. She tilts her head at that, confused and curious in equal parts.

"...What's that? On your skin?" She'd thought that he'd be entirely white from head to toe... but apparently not.