For some reason things always tended to end up going her way. Even the incident with the Neophyte, where she had underestimated the younger troll had resulted in her success. That had made her cocky, and when she hears Darkleer hiss, feels her boot graze something she has to smirk, cockiness growing. Pride and aggroance were her biggest weaknesses, but when she was so successful, could you really consider it a weakness?

Perhaps.

After all, when Darkleer pulls out that strange item, when it starts to knit his skin together, it shows her that she's underestimated him again. She assumes it's something he made, because after all, he is the one with robotic skills.

But she has her own skills. Tucking her knife away she reaches into her own sylladex, drawing the Neophyte's blade, still as sharp as the day it had taken her arm. Shifting, she gives him a smirk, brows raised and clear 'come and get it' look.

"Oh you'll find I have plenty up my own sleeves, darling. What a cute little toy though, I think it'll be an excellent addition to my collections."