There are very few things that can make Connie angry. Most of the social interactions that would raise the ire of other people would make Connie collapse like wet paper under the weight of anxiety. However, years under the thumb of a tyrannical-but-ultimately-well-meaning mother have given Connie a special distaste for those assuming that she was helpless, especially ever since she actually learned how to fight.

Still, though. Hunk obviously meant well. Truthfully, Connie wasn't certain that if she looked at what she was doing from an outside perspective, she wouldn't be ever so slightly concerned as well. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to snap at him. She sighs and stops her form. "Look, duty and knightly codes and stuff aside, this is fun for me! It helps me get my mind off... things. Clears my head. Anyways, you may not believe me, but I have fought real battles before, with a sword much bigger than this one. And won them."