[What a good fox. She notices that he kicks something away but because she can't see behind her, she doesn't really get a chance to react much. She just keeps her hands up in a fake martial arts pose, pretending like she really could defeat a monster. Under her breath, she's making weird sounds again, something that sounds kind of like a song composed of "da, da, da~n" sounds.]

Of course. Just the way my fists and I speak the same language.

[But then she pauses, hurries backwards to catch up.]

Oh, yeah, you said something like that, didn't you? Tell me about that, please.