She's on edge. That much is clear in how she continues jabbing at the training target, and then spins around when something shows up in her peripheral vision. Mitsuru dances sideways with a sharp, "Dieu!" snapped under her breath, weapon up and ready to fight-

But it's not a shadow that just blundered into her. Only a person... who despite seeming awkward on his feet has a certain knack for sending her heart rate into overdrive.

She should probably do something about that, and those reflexes still screaming at her to fight.

"No harm done. I was needlessly focused on practicing, to the exclusion of all else." Mitsuru allows at last, taking a step to the side. She brings the weapon back down, before taking in the newcomer a bit more.

"Are you here to practice, perhaps?" She nods to the foil he's holding.