She can almost feel the energy coming off of him, and though he might not be able to see it from his angle, she grins, something almost feral to it. She was raised with the intent to be a proper lady in Doma, polite and sweet and gentle, and as an affect it stuck. But there was no way to write over who she is, who she has always been, and for her embracing the darkness wasn't the hard part, but taming it. Even though she'd fought out in the cold for hours, should be exhausted down to her bones, that spark has her ready to fight all over again.

She waits for him to speak, something almost expectant in her stance. It's clear he's brought all this up for a reason, it's just she doesn't know what it is and isn't really in the mood to try and sort it out. So she stands there, hands on her hips as the room continues to warm up, until he finally gets to the point.

"See, that makes more sense," she says, pointing a finger at him, nothing accusatory, more with an air of 'why can't people just say what they mean.' She smiles again, reaching up to fix her twin-tails after discarding her armored gloves. "I found the job stone when I came to Eorzea," she says simply, "After a while I ran into some else who had one, and they helped me refine my skills a bit more before we parted ways." So... not entirely dissimilar to Gustavain's experience, though she makes no mention of her own 'Fray.' (But really, would he?)