[And she does jump, at least with her words, the rest of her simply leaning forward against the table slightly, her smile widening by a fraction; it's clear she's holding herself back, keeping her fighting spirit from showing too much. This is supposed to be a calm, quiet evening, and getting worked up and ready to go at a moment's notice is not particularly calm nor quiet. They wouldn't be having a match now anyways.
She settles back after a second, returns to her tea, seemingly done with talk on her part for now until she speaks up again, nearly out of the blue]