"How many creatures 'like that' have you faced before?" she hissed back. It was uncalled for and probably a by-product of her cagey demeanor around the witch. Nonetheless it was uncalled for and she gasped no sooner than it was out of her mouth, literally swallowing the rest of the syllables with a pained noise. "Gomen..." she offered quietly and turned her eyes back to the windows.
Taking a few steps around the coffee table and approaching the glass she paused a foot away, staring hard at the distant shadows of the trees lining the shore below...
The calm British accent broke the silence, making Shinju withhold her natural jerk as she startled. Sighing out her breath slowly through gently parted lips, the kunioichi closed her eyes and gathered herself back up in front of the audience. She would be a respectful host and would not let her personal feelings influence her performance.
"Please tell me what you would suggest..." the albino answered Vital, turning away from the window. Her spine was straighter and she held her hands in front of her waist within the sleeves of the robe.