Her breath hitches, but years of keeping a poker face around that guy serve her well, and she keeps her irritation up as a mask to hide her fear, her glance around the carriage to confirm that he's not here. She doesn't know, there's no way.

And besides, it doesn't matter if most of them know how to fight. It only takes one who doesn't. Her voice is light, thin with fear-as-annoyance.

"Thanks, but I don't know what you're talking about."

She makes to duck past Nita, ready to skitter further away if she needs to.