Judging by the tightening of Ilde's jaw, she hasn't forgotten the recent attack any more than those she thinks of as 'the locals'; her fingers flex on the handle as she jerks back a step, both irritated and progressively more inclined to stab the things that irritate her. Is that even going to work on an ant? Fuck.

-well, she'll have the opportunity to find out, she's backing up into one of their big sisters. The inability to hear movement behind her is a problem.