Meanwhile, she's just waiting. Waiting for him to do, or even just say something, anything that will give her a reasonable excuse to punch him, tear him down. She's still trying to get on the Summoner's good side, and starting a fight for no reason won't help her. Let Darkleer dig his own grave.

That doesn't mean she doesn't give into the temptation to stick her tongue out at him, only for a split second. "It sounds like boring. Besides, it was the arm you built, I'm not responsible for it." Never mind she's perfectly aware of just how much strength both her arms hold, and how to temper the metal one. It's just nice to blame him for it.

"Does it matter? That's not any of your business. Your business is to just fix it."