She coughs in surprise on her swallow. Hastily clearing her throat - another mouthful. "Thank you. You don't need to say that."

But she likes it, certainly, at least as the little smile is going. The suddenly all too self-conscious way she holds herself. Lifting to brush her hair behind her ear, polite, mostly. Fumbling to direct the attention elsewhere. "You must have seen many great fighters, before anything I've ever done."