Her experience at fighting is clear, and Six looks a little tired but not exhausted from using her sword so carefully and viciously. For all that she's confident, however, some of the loss of her Oath-given powers have her on edge and uncomfortable, feeling some of the discomforts weigh on her shoulders. Having been given time to think about it... She feels desperately on edge and a little tense, trying not to let the way that panic flares in her chest thrum through her and give any kind of outward sign. She has to have the appearance of someone completely in control and, so, she does her best.

"Good." Which sounds far less kind than she means it to, but casual conversation has never been her strongest suit, especially not in the middle of what is a battlefield. There's an edge of uncertainty and awkwardness and she sighs, frowning, wondering if there's a way she can get the man to speak the language again without giving away that she knows it.

Probably not. Unfortunate. At least it's a sign he might well be from the same world as she is.

"You are welcome." Shifting, Six turns and grasps her blade again, adjusting her weight so she can draw it close and heft it up into her arms. It's a good, familiar weight and she focusses on the flickering green, intent and almost deadly looking.

"I would not be surprised. Do not let your guard down."