[The flustered expression... grows more flustered. Hayame is more than used to men staring at her chest, her muscular archer's arms, her finely shaped flanks, her powerful rump... but that was in very particular circumstances, on Exhibition Day when she was presented for inspection to potential buyers, a day she knew came every year and gave her ample time to prepare for the disgrace of it all.

And right now... She is pretty sure he is checked her breasts before coming back to her face. As blessed (cursed) as she was, there was only so much binding could do to keep them minimized, and in that instant her knuckles tighten into a defensive pale, she prepares to snap at him-

But it's so fast she can't be sure, he's a man, of course he's a pervert, he-]

I'm trying to eat. I didn't come here for some foreign festival.

[Perhaps... perhaps if she had the coin for it, she might be enjoying herself, but. She is penny pinching, she is hungry, and somehow... she is drunk, though she will not fully realize it later. After all, it should be impossible.]

Are you out here looking for a woman to put on your dandy arm?

[His blue-skinned companion seems to be stuck in a popular food stall line, and in the blind spot of Hayame's still eyepatch-less, bandaged face.]

You are far too small for me.

[- She means height, to properly hold his arm.]