She eyed him warily, breaking eye contact only briefly in order to crouch and dart out (or as close to crouching and darting out as she could, in unfamiliar and ill-fitting armour) a hand to grab the blade he'd tossed at her.
"What do you mean, 'there's no White Spire here'? That's... is this a trick? Did Unc- did Vestallus send you?" She set her jaw, all youthful indignation. "You can tell him I will not be going to Montsimmard thank you very much, and I am not coming home either. I am joining the Templars whether he likes it or not and you will either help me or be on your way."