Trixie heard something from behind her chair and turned to look around, shooting up from the chair when she noticed the woman only a few steps away from her window, out of which she had cut a perfect, circular shape. Unlike how many would react, Trixie didn't shout, although she still acted cautiously. "There is nothing of high value in this house, so I suggest that you leave." She said, though it was obviously not meant as an option.

No, this was Trixie's home. She had worked hard to be able to live here, and she was not going to accept it that some woman just thought she could break into her home and steal the things Trixie had earned in a right way, paid for with her own money she had worked hard for. 

Of course she knew that if it would come down to a fight, Trixie actually didn't stand a chance. She had no weapons or combat skills. Not at all. She wasn't made to fight, she was made for... entirely different things. But this burglar didn't know, and Trixie hoped she could manage to scare her away with just threats.