"Oh! You can speak!" The surprise of it raises her out of her ready crouch, that and some other emotion— delight, or curiosity, it's impossible to tell behind that impassive facade, "Are you not hollowed, then?"

But the sword-point does not waver. She's not a fool, even if she is an optimist.

"I should, really," she says, bright and clear and apologetic behind her worn blue shield, "But if you aren't willing to fight, then I suppose there's no reason for it. Are you friendly?"