Rylen narrowed his gaze, then let out a small snort of a chuckle. His look was incredulous, for he was not expecting her to be the one to demand answers. He listened to her speech, and as she finished, he let his blade slide up her breastplate to rest on her throat. She could feel the edge of the blade just below her chin. She had more spirit than he would have given her credit for, and not for the first time did he realize how different he was to his fellow Knights. They would have stabbed her after that little performance. He did take some satisfaction though in his next words. "We are not the ones who started this." 

The wind shifted in the opposite direction, his hair flowing with it. He pressed the blade to her throat a fraction harder so she would get the 'point' so to speak, before he sheathed his blade and turned his back to her. "Mel, we have horses to find." he said. The master swordsman nodded, and strode past Mikasa. His eyes were on her in case she made a move, and they began to make their way down the hill.