The woman glares up at you for a moment before turning her head to the side and spitting.<br/><br/>"Fine, woman. Though I don't necessarily know where it is you expect a<em>sword</em>to lead you..." The woman sighs and leans her head to the side, her eyes following the sword intently. "But if that's what it takes to keep you from walkin' off with my sword, I'll follow you until you get sick of looking."<br/><br/>The woman attempts to scoot back beneath you, but you're body weight on her shoulders easily keeps her pinned in place.<br/><br/>"Can I get up now, maybe?"