Raiya was still rubbing down her blade with the cloth. The blade was now completely clean, gleaming even, yet she was still rubbing it down as if it had a deep stain she was trying to get rid of. This did not change when Nemo entered her room. In fact, it seemed as if her blade cleaning got a bit more fervent as Nemo drew closer. Raiya didn't look up from her work to acknowledge Nemo, but rather, she tilted the blade metal which had an enhanced mirror finish from being cleaned, and glanced at him through the reflection. There wasn't much Raiya would ever compliment Nemo on, but she could not deny that he did in fact have a sense of style, even when attempting to imitate another.

[color=ec008c]"What do you want...?"[/color] She muttered, [color=ec008c]"Can't you see I'm busy?"[/color] She replied as she wiped her cloth on the part of the blade that reflected Nemo, as if trying to wipe him from existence by erasing his reflection. Normally after cleaning any blade, she would sharpen it with a whet-stone and water, but her blade had been forged and enchanted by a master swordsmith and therefore could never lose its keen edge. This just made Raiya more irritated than grateful in times like these, because she could not use sharpening her blade as another excuse to refrain from social interaction. So, she just continued wiping down her blade, every so often putting more alcohol solution on her dirty cloth before continuing.