She doesn't notice Amy, not at first. So she stands there and swings the staff. The twirl pauses as she steps back, and she turns it into a swipe, as if at someone's knees. Another twist and a thrust, angled up due to her shortness but aimed at a hypothetical forehead.

She's been using a spear and harpoon to fish since she was a good, and they trained her since she was eleven in more lethal things. Her glassmaking is where the graceful twirl comes from: she knows what she's doing and it shows.

At least until she notices Amy. Then she startles, her movements suddenly stuttered until she stops.

"Um," she begins. "Hi."