Ciri only spares the two the quickest of glances, frowning before her look turns dark and she steps away from their group. She could laugh at Ashton decision to use a word like 'decent' to describe the current situation but whatever floats their shitty boat.

"If we decide to be aggressive then you better hope you're faster than a split second."

Because she moves to put herself at the front of the group, keeping a respectable distance from the one speaking but making herself known. She was one of the faster ones here, faster still with her alchemical mixtures and there won't be anything happening without her seeing it first.

Offering? She could spit but instead she holds her ground, arms crossed and glaring up a storm.