[ She'd normally have a quick and easy comeback — about how Gray shouldn't underestimate her, how she'd never disappear so easily — but Gray's sincerity catches her completely off guard. When was the last time someone was genuinely happy to see her? Not for her strength, her worth as a knight, but for her company? She can't even remember...

... No, it's not that she can't remember. It's simply never happened before. Suddenly flustered, she turns her head away, desperate to look at anything except the curious eyes seeking hers out. Outside of the blush on her face, there's nothing too notable about her appearance: her (relative lack of) clothing shows no signs of having been in any fights, though knowing Mordred, that's liable to change at any moment. ]

Y... yeah. Just a few days ago, actually. [ She coughs. ] You ever hear the saying "an army marches on its stomach"? Well, whatever happens here is gonna have a huge impact. I wanted to take a good look before I made my final decision.