I feel as though I should ask you that - [her gaze flicks to his bloody hands, to the shattered glass on the ground, and to his sword] - but it seems as though I can see what you are doing.

...but I was looking for you.

[the flare of annoyance fades into something more muted. there's a twinge of concern, but her anger has always been her strongest feeling, so the concern doesn't stand out quite as much.]