One huff of a laugh comes out at the idea of Mizu paying to fix what they break. She's broken so many buildings across so many villages and towns. One more thing she leaves in her wake, along with the wounded and the dead. That reminds Mizu to purchase or remake the other supplies she brought with her to Fowler's castle—the explosive, the wire. As with the impenetrable fortress, she needs every trick and advantage she can over Vergil. Not today, no, but another day. Mizu catches the wraps Vergil throws and sets aside her sword, her cloak, and her hat hanging down her back. After a moment's consideration, she also removes the tinted glasses, folding them, and setting them beside the rest. Without them, it's clear her eyes are blue, her hideousness on display. Vergil hasn't given a damn about her looks, but if it causes problems, better it does so now, not in the middle of something.

She acts like it's nothing.

"You always use those fancy moves when you fight with a sword?" Mizu asks, mouth quirking up. She wraps her hands the way she sees his are, as she hasn't used them before. She trained alone for years, and in combat, the times she had to use her hands, it wasn't planned. No smooth transition. Even when she wrestled Taigen, it wasn't exactly planned. So she protects her hands, a first for that, and steps further into the room, the training area.