She seems to shake a bit, confused as to what happened so quickly but upon staring down, finding the source.  Her large blunt Iron weapon, seeming far too heavy for her frail arms, a weapon of a demon.  As her gaze falls to it she carefully lifts it with a single hand, returning it to her robe, the sheer act showing a much greater strength behind the appearance of her frail form. "My name's Dre, and it's a pleasure to meet you Jayle, Monto."  Her soft voice continues, holding a sincere tone, returning the warm smile with her own.  "It's also fine," she pauses, touching her own hair with two fingers, "lots of things tend to frighten me I fear, and..."  Once more she pauses, but this time to stare back up with a suddenly large prideful smile, eyes shimmering in the light, "You Really Think My Hair's Soft?  I try so hard to take care of it even though people think it's weird."