[ Jeanne Alter doesn't even look that old! But that's neither here nor there. In the long list of things that are likely to offend her, being called old is fairly low. Mostly because, as previously established, she doesn't quite know how to parse her own age.

Also because she knows she looks young. ]

You look like you can fight a little, and if I can't get a proper dress for the dance, at least I'm dressed for a scrap!

[ Ripping her sword out of the table like she's King Arthur and it's a particularly offensive stone, Jeanne points it at Mirin, the very tip of the blade igniting with a small flame. ]

But if you're scared, you can still run home, nobody will think less of you for it!

[ Except Jeanne Alter herself, but Jeanne Alter already doesn't think much of anyone. ]