[ To be fair, she is as honest as she can be, just no one questioned what it might mean back in Paradis, so... she twitches her fingers, brushing her hair back out of her face again. It falls back across her cheek, splaying toward her eye and nose, almost immediately after. ]

My father was determined to train me in the most useless form of combat against Titans because it was his own style. Or for his bullshit ideals. Or both.

[ Lute keeps pace with them, body language relaxed, but still close. Always close enough to brush against Annie if either of them wanted. Right now, they both keep their space. ]

Hardly need to trip you when tumbling you's easier. And more fun.

[ Tripping has its benefits, but admittedly, there's something visceral in throwing someone to the ground, in any of the many ways she manages it. ]