"That would be me." she looked down from her book, an interested smirk crawling over her lips, one elbow resting on her knee and her head resting in hand. "Such a fowl tongue for one so young, no?" titling her head to the side with a bit of a laugh looking down at the young, angry looking girl. "Stay your sword, no harm has come to you, and you are not dead nor are you bleeding from the hit to the head. You shall live, I promise you that." the woman chuckled from a top the latter looking down on the young girl. "Tell me now, who are you, and you must be new this is the first time I have seen your face about these parts of the building."