Panting on her back for a second, she pushes herself up and in answer to his question, she pulls out her pocketknife-cum-sword from her back pocket. As soon as it's in her hand, the weapon extends and she looks over at Wrathion. She genuinely doesn't know if he made that noise or if it was her mirror demon, but she can ask questions later, once they live.

"You're definitely the expert here, but I'm great at sticking the sharp end into things." Her stance and grip are both correct, so she's clearly been learning. "And I dunno how I feel about stabbing myself."

Although she will; she's circling and keeping her eyes on the thing that's making a lot of screeching noise. "This is what I'm like on no sleep after grading term papers for two days."

There's always a little time for jokes.