The sword throws her, he can see that. Let her question, he thinks. But it's not enough and soon she's going on, bringing his eyes to narrow.

"Well, that's good because that's exactly what you don't have. Except handling it yourself. You don't get to come in and scavenge my scraps, claiming they were yours. I don't have an interest in petty turf wars but I was here first. Stop getting in the way of my job and let me do it."

Behind all this, he's got a thousand questions for her. This isn't the time to ask.