[ Asuka regrets the veils and robes, because it makes it really hard to give him the withering look she'd like to give him. Instead she pushes to her feet, shaking sand off of her robes and stalking towards him. ]

You don't really get why you're here, do you?

[ She doesn't bother with his personal space. She just steps in, jabbing at his chest with one finger. Her anger crackles around her and he can probably feel it rolling off of her. ]

You don't know anything about me or this place or fighting. You're just some punk who thinks he knows better! Don't make me laugh, you little twerp...!

[ And resentment. Resentment that he judges her for the loss of a broodmate and a friend. ]