Oh no. What is she going to do about this? She briefly pales, actually, the fear and anger shooting through her as memories, unbidden, of months of punishment details and strength training and lectures and marks that would fade rise unbidden in her heart, turning what had been mere anticipation into a roiling storm of worry. "Th. Then please, treat me kindly," she replies.

She bows, formally, like one might to a martial arts instructor.