Glaring at the intruder, blushing at how he must have had seen her naked! Fuming all the same as you try to explain what happened, only partially believing you. While it is quite true that her transformation can get a tad bit... windy, it hardly explains the mess in here! Unless he did something to her while she was a sword. Gasping in recognizing what this was, with the slight headache and the booze bottles all over the place.<br/><br/>"This is your fault! Getting me drunk without permission! Very naughty! My wind change doesn't get this violent unless I am drunk. So you have only yourself to blame."<br/><br/>Folding her arms under her covered breasts and glaring at you, that womanly glare that expects an apology for a mans misbehavior.