[The words don't hold an edge of any sort - instead, she says them like they're having a regular conversation over some tea, looking back to her notebook and adding some lines to her sketch, before she looks back to him; slower, this time, almost like giving him a blatant once-over... though not for the reasons he might think.]
You've been doing quite a lot, haven't you? Going out to gather firewood all alone near the forest... and without even borrowing any weapons. That's brave of you, I must say.
[Brave, and suspicious. She might as well be saying "I know you are not like others".]