"Well, obviously, you have skills!" Grizel pointed out cheerfully, "And we can always spar or something! I bet you're the greatest swordsman alive! Or will be." she added with a smile.

When Grizel turned her head forward to see how many paces were left, her vision was suddenly blocked by a... something hitting her face. Taken aback by this sudden assault, the faunus cried out as she stumbled backwards, finally falling on her rear. Something gooey seemed to be resting on her head, and with a confused grunt, tentatively tried to touch her nose.

"...The hell is this?" Grizel mumbled in a daze. It felt like... sludge? Grime? It was something less than desirable to have on your face at any rate. "...Er... you wouldn't happen to have a tissue or something, would you?" Grizel asked Daiki, trying to wipe it from her eyes, "Even better if you've got a bath in your pocket."