[It is... almost flattering, what he says. Hayame isn't used to compliments that don't end in a "but". She is a perfect shot, but too expensive. She'd be a capable warrior, but she is a woman.

So his words are nice to hear... but they come from a man she cannot yet trust. Not until he is at the western gate of this city and she has his shard in her possession.]

I could not enter the prison and still remain unnoticed.

[For all the experience she has, and maybe could put towards such a task... her jaw grows tight with frustration, a bitterness she has been nursing since the day she arrived on this accursed planet. And since she doubted that magic was only available to the Pleroma, she can admit-]

That false illusion is nothing but disguise. My size does not change. I cannot travel anywhere where someone might brush my flank and discover the falsehood.

[... Which is more than just prisons. It's the crowded streets of Godsblood, it's the bustling markets in Venera. It's most places that other aions walked through the native populace with nary a care.]