When the sword was held out to her Ayumu quickly drew her hands back against her chest, as though getting close enough to touch the blade would somehow injure her, her eyes widening a little as she looked at it. An interesting sword and an interesting philosophy held by the one who wielded it, though not one that she agreed with, especially given the plan she had been attempting to carry out when she instead found herself here.

It did, however, tell her something about Himura Kenshin, and only made her more determined to find out more. Who or what was this man? Was it possible that he really didn't have anything to do with her presence here?

"I'm glad for that right now," was all she said, though, as she turned away to return to where she'd been sitting before. "For had it been a sharp blade, Robin-han would have been cut." The tone of her voice said that she would have been quite upset about that indeed.

As she passed the young man on her way back she reached out to lightly brush her hand along his arm, fingertips catching for just an instant in the fabric of his sleeve, and gave him a sidelong glance and slight smile. The gesture was brief enough that Sen might have hoped Kenshin wouldn't see it, but Ayumu was sure that he would.