The kind of guy who's surprisingly stubborn for somebody who was supposed to have a self-preserving, flexible sort of strategy in his fights.

[That's... a surprisingly nice way to put it, but she means the words with all the sincerity she can muster, with little more than a tenth of her mana still available. She makes a small, frustrated noise and takes off after him once she gives Vietnam a perfunctory nod. She has experience, chasing would-be enemies and semi-allies around hostile territory while skirting definite enemies all the while, courtesy of the Moon Cell, so she's able to stay within ten feet of him as they move.]

My hand or my mouth. Pick one so that stubbornness doesn't get one of us killed.