Nope. She's not intimidated at all by his circling. In fact, she keeps an eye on him more out of habit and training than wariness.

She tilts her head slightly as she takes in his words. More power? Is that what she really wants? She's not sure, and it shows in the way her brows knit together. "I don't mind working towards a goal, but isn't there a limit to the power a person can have? I mean, yeah, I use my anger to help fuel my fights at times, but even that and my mana eventually runs out."

She eyes the lit saber, once more marveling at how much it resembles a katana--a weapon she's very familiar with. For a moment, a memory sends a wistful pang through her, but she pushes it away to focus on what he's saying. And give an understanding chuckle. Once again, she rubs the back of her neck. "I sometimes have the same problem," she admits. "Anger is easier for me than some of the other emotions. It's something I've done since I was a kid to help survive."

Her mirth disappears and concern fills her eyes. "What do you mean by 'falling'? Like physically, in battle?"