Lee: What?
Woll: You...
Lee: What is it?
Woll: Should a good girl be baring her skin like that?
Lee: Good girl? Who?
Woll: You.
Lee: What did you say?
Woll: You... Don't you know whether you're a boy or a girl?
Lee: Huh...? (looks down at chest) What're these?!
Galence: Listen, girl.
Lee: What is it, man?
Galence: I'm not "man," I'm Galence!
Lee: I'm Lee, Galence.
Galence: Since it's the king's will, I'm forced to obey. You are free to say and do what you please. However, to call His Majesty by his name is rude!
Lee: Galence. That's what names are for. (shakes her head in sympathy at the frustrated knight) Now, look. You're getting all angry because you believe I'm a girl. Don't you think you oughtn't let that bother you?
Lee: (after coming out and tossing aside her sword) Let's get this straight. He's not my man.
Bandit: What...?
Lee: He's an idiot, stubborn, and dense. I'm not so forgiving that I'd take him as my man. (turns to Woll) I told you to protect yourself.
Woll: I'm quite ashamed.
Lee: All you do is hold me back. I'm always having to look after you.
Woll: I'm really sorry. (wishes he could hang his head, but there's a blade to his neck) But I didn't come quietly. I took out five of them.
Lee: Huh? Same as me, then.
Woll: Oh? Not as good as usual for you.
Lee: I couldn't help it, it seems they were trying to take me alive. It's harder for me to sense them when there's no intent to kill. These guys really underrate people.
Woll: No kidding. They should have ignored me and concentrated on you.
Woll: I'm not alone. (indicates Lee) This girl is Grindietta Rahden, my battle companion.
Even: (whispers) When did you develop that kind of taste?
Woll: It's not at all what you're thinking. It seems I'm not up to her standards as a potential lover.
Lee: Oh? Has what I said earlier been bothering you?
Woll: Well, under the circumstances, I'm sure you had no choice but to say it.
Lee: True. Of course, you *are* a dense, stubborn idiot.
Woll: Lee...
Lee: (laughs) I don't have anything against dense, stubborn idiots. It's better than being too clever for your own good.
Woll: I get it. Let's just leave it at that.
Dora: You mean, you don't care if that girl turns up as a corpse?
Woll: You all seem to be under the impression that she'll be trampled to death. If she said she'll be back by evening, then that's what'll happen. There's nothing to worry about.
Dora: Even if she doesn't die, there's no telling how long Black Master will keep running. She could be carried so far she can't return today. Who knows what could happen to a child left alone in the forest? Do you think she'll get safely through the night?
Woll: Wanna make a bet?
Dora: Your Majesty!
Woll: Let me finish. She's saved my life three times, each time using superhuman skills. I believe there's no mistake, she'll come back safely.
Dora: If, as you say, she returns alive, I'll eat my beard. There's absolutely no chance of such a thing.
Woll: It's whether she'll be riding the horse or not when she comes back that's in question. But if no one will even believe that she'll return alive, this doesn't make for a bet.
Lee: I'm not peeping, though even if I wanted to, there's nothing interesting for me to see. (strips and joins him in the pond)
Even: You know, you are technically a girl. You shouldn't jump into a place with naked men looking like that. They'll see everything.
Lee: I don't care if someone sees.
Even: You might not, but we do! There is something on a man's body he doesn't want seen.
Lee: (looking beneath the water's surface) That's not so special. Up until a little while ago, I used to have one too.