[ This is so confusing to her she wonders for a moment if there isn't something medically wrong here. ]

Do you have gas?

[ The edge of her blade scrapes further along Jaune's neck before she turns her shoulder slightly in order to pull it away, folding the weapon neatly at her side, though she doesn't move away. Instead, it's time for her signature hand-on-forehead move! Now, far from looking the part of the enemy, Rapunzel is all concern. ]

I was just joking about trusting you. We're a team, Jaune, I trust you with my life. This was just an exercise. You know, in... in case something happens next time we have to all fight each other? [ OR SOMETHING.

She's like a more intense version of Pyrrha. This is training! See? Training in Iceland!!

Or maybe she just wanted an excuse to get up in his face. ]