"I've had years of practice," she smirks. Three years, plus that one Arcadian year. Four, technically. That, and her Singer was her sister, so... that made it a little easier. They got along.

She notices the other bladian's hand at her waist. "Itching for your blade? I'm up for a spar, if you are."

That was why she was here, too. A spar, and then some. Maybe the new kid wouldn't be such a disappointment.