She watches him toss the mug and then pull out some ridiculous oven mitts. She gets the point he's trying to make here and takes a sip out of a coffee that she just freshly manifested in her free hands. It was so much easier to hold a conversation over a drink than not.

"You're going to punch an enemy who has a sword?" She asks, curious if that's his plan.

"He could still cut one of your arms off." She adds, assuming that what he's asking about is 'can he un-power me' in which case her answer was true: He could un-power Garrot by lopping an arm off.