[ She's fairly certain that even with him showering, he'll come out looking as disheveled as always. She muses the thought with a snicker. Aranea won't linger for too long, instead getting dressed and calling back to him — luckily her little bungalow was small enough where their voices traveled. ]

Has she reason to fear a weapon? I once use to play with fire when I was younger, but the first time I was burned — I learned to respect it.

[ She has no clue on how his relationships are, but - ]

Can you really blame her, though? It's pretty cool!