[ While the chorus of squeaks is not pleasant, there is a small smile because they have done this job despite how it started. She steps out to the side to see their results because goldie is a fatty. It's gross, but a battlefield is a battlefield. Her barrier now dissipates into nothing as her cup refills back to the brim, thinking about her next task and ignoring Gilgamesh for those thoughts.

It's only when he tries to start a conversation with her does she remember he exists. Looking up at him with such an resentful look. It actually looks no different from her usual expression, but it's obvious. ]

Ah... I see that you, too, would like to mock me, Archer. [ She tries to cool down since she knows she shouldn't make it a big deal. There comes an exasperated sigh as she looks down at the object she sought for so long now in her hands. ] This is quite a satire, really.

I wonder if this is fate's doing. [ title drop might as well. ]