True name...[That must be his name Cu Chulainn, but it appears she should not be using it.] Then I should refer to you as...?

[She tilts her head, frowning because he's stressing out. But, now with the explanation, it makes a bit more sense. Well, enough sense, but not completely. She has questions about these other masters, their Heroic Spirits. This Holy Grail, which she only knows from Arthurian and religious legends. And if they're trying to fight for the Holy Grail, then obviously, even if she didn't want it, they would be after her and Cu anyway.

She's quiet, her words short, as she tries to process this.]

So it's a war, seven fronts. And I have a Lancer, a hero of old as my army? [She taps her chin in thought.] As for what I want from the Grail, not that I know of. [However, she does have a lot of ambition, so it could have triggered it.] I mean, who doesn't have hopes and dreams? But...[Should she be fighting for something that sounds like it's pitting others against each other in order to give them something they want? Sounds a bit suspicious.

Either way, she lets him look at her hand, her wrist easily taken and on it--]

Wait, that wasn't there before.

[The red marks on her hand that unfurls like a flower in intricate strokes.]