With a small scoffing sound, the woman sets the base of her red naginata beside her so she could keep it in one hand; setting the other on her hip as her expression grows tight and she looks you up and down. It's clear she doesn't seem too eager to deal with you instead of doing something actually productive, but that's not in her control anymore. She speaks in a curt tone that doesn't do much to hide her distaste "What do you want?"