[Chopt is no stranger to the sounds of battle. Usually because she's in the middle of it, but sometimes she's just a third party stumbling on it. Kinda a microcosm of her whole adventuring experience.

[So she braced herself. The guttural sounds ringing out were far more likely to be anything other than just an ordinary person wielding a weapon... and whoever or whatever the other party was certainly sounded like they were more than capable of matching them.

[And then he fell down through the roof. And for all of a moment the girl stayed poised to run or take evasion if he proved hostile, but instead...

[Okay, yeah. In spite of that big wrench he wasn't just arbitrarily attacking her.]

I guess so. Not my house though, if you'd believe it. I just... woke up here with no memory of how this all happened.

[Awkward admission? Yeah, but considering the general atmosphere that seemed appropriate, and Chopt had no interest in dodging around that question.]