Any comeback she might have had for that dies on her lips at his retaliation, swifter than she had expected. A little ashamed to have underestimated him so, she grunts softly as she absorbs his counter-strike and digs in her heels, pushing back to steady herself in the face of the unexpected move. Regaining her balance, she sidesteps fleetly and evades further attempts, facing him anew.

"Maybe it's me who should be worried, after all," she huffs, but with a slightly breathless little laugh to indicate she doesn't mind.