He didn't bother with an answer. He could easily tell she'd been through hell and back plenty of times. No soldier whose armour was that unattractive had just sat on the sidelines sipping ale. Plus, that attitude of hers came straight out of someone who had taken plenty of shit in their life. Which was why it was so rewarding to hear her growl at him. 

When she sheathed her sword, he paused, arm poised to throw another rock. What was she up to, now, he wondered. Again, his answer came swiftly as she bolted forward and threw her fist against the chapel. His mistake was assuming it was nothing but a show for intimidation. He hadn't expected the fucking wall to crumble against her fist. 
Almost too late, as the roof fell from beneath his feet, he vanished again.

Out of view, he appeared, bracing his back against what was left of a wall of a nearby structure. Long ago, he thought it might have been a shop that sold carved stone figurines for children. He turned his head, peering around the ruin at the armoured figure. 

"So I can add 'Desecrater of Holy Structures' to your list of attributes, then?" He called back, finally walking around the wall to face her. Some fifty yards of blood-stained ground separated them. "You intrude. You insult. You vandalize. You're just the perfect guest, aren't you?"