Not bad, not bad! You even landed on your feet, just like a cat!

[and despite the fact that he's holding a dagger out to her... she's clasping her hands together, wide-eyed and positively sparkling.

it seems like harold is a little impressed by the display.

...and she's not even acknowledging the dagger. it's not worth her time, because it's clearly a toy, and that means he's not much of an immediate threat to her. if she saw his personas, she might have a change in her stance, but for now? he's just nimble cat burglar doing his best to be cunning.

it's almost cute, in that condescending manner where she's not actually threatened at all, but he seems to be trying so hard.]

Though... you do know what comes next, right, kitty?

[she finally brings herself to her feet which reveals what should be a non-threatening size. she's only futaba's height, after all—though her boots probably give her a little bit of lift, she's. very small. small and thin, the very definition of petite, even if her presence (and style, those colors) are very loud.]