She huffs a little at Darcy's amusement, biting back the urge to demand if the other girl is laughing at her--stupidly embarrassing or not, she did finally get where she meant to go, and they're not fighting over something trivial. Which, after yesterday, she can admit...is important.

Her annoyance ebbs away at the sight of the scar--huh. "Oh...so the 'hunting' part wasn't always just metaphorical." And, well--the corner of her mouth twitches up despite herself at the rat thing.

"But, anyway... Compared to plenty of others, you have a better idea what you're doing here." Others like...herself. All this soul business was really out of her league, and her faint amusement drops. "I didn't know what to do yesterday..."