"I've been out here for three days straight," she pulls back the vine. "Three days and I've got nothing to show for it. When I came onto this job, my employer was practicly promised that I would bring back something" She brought out a kirisigama and started twirling it. Her fear of returning alone to her employer and the shame of doing so overshadowing her fear of you now. "So are you going to come quietly?" she continues to twirl the chain, the sickle at the end replaced with a wicked-looking spearpoint. "Or am I going to have to make this loud?"