Team bonding. Sure. What an excellent use of time that she could be spending getting better at swordplay. Or seeing if the kitchen had anything of use to her. Or any number of other things that didn't necessarily involve other people. Still, she'd seen this kind of annoying steadfastness in people before and had the idea that this girl wouldn't exactly leave easily. She bent over to pick up the claymore, making sure to turn away so she could roll her eyes in peace.

"If you insist. My sword is the only really important thing here anyway." Which wasn't an entire lie. It was hundreds of years old, after all, and she couldn't trust just anyone with it. Her back straightened; she brought the sword up with her and walked back over to her bed to lay it down below the mount. "You can start with that box."

She indicated a box with open flaps, packed full of books on medieval weaponry. She'd already set up a small bookshelf, but hadn't gotten around to filling it yet. Presumably this girl could at least put two and two together.