( she outright snorts, plenty of scars to attest to the fact that yes, base humans are vulnerable, easily breakable beings. hence why she'd sought out a magical weapon, even if it's one she has no idea how to light up, and a glancing idea of how to wield. but, yanno — )

I figure I've got time to try to master... pretty much anything here. And in the meantime, just having the means at my disposal might keep my friends safe. Even if I lose a swordfight, they'd have a little more time to run...

( the closest she comes to looking down at her shoes and scuffing the toes along the deck floor like a shy toddler is: running her thumb across the hilt of the sword, especially the pommel. then disdaining the fingerprint marks left in her wake, and picking at the edge of her shirt to buff them out. with this admission, she's pointedly not looking yato in the face. )