"If they explode, then why are you shooting them!?" she screeched, oblivious to Jack's presence... until she chanced to look his way. The sight of him startled her; she let out a noise of fright and recoiled before realizing this was just another person, not a hostile, what the fuck even snake statue that could move.

Still, she kept her blue-and-white striped katana firm in her grip. It gave her a false sense of (very minuscule) security, to hold a weapon though she hadn't a clue how to wield it.

Also, there was a blueberry jam stain on it.