A clash of 'blades' was fine. If anything, it was to be expected. When her weapon didn't find flesh, the girl simply smiled a little more. It wasn't a completely unhinged smile. She was still in there, somewhere, and far more willing than some to play the black blood's game. After all, it was making her so much better than she already was, and she liked to think she was a pretty dangerous girl to begin with.

The protests fell on deaf ears, the umbrella pushing back and then trying to whip that blade out of position while she grinned and gave the tiniest of shrugs. Nothing was wrong here. Everything was fine, as far as Neo was concerned, even if she just couldn't quite bring herself to meet Winter's gaze.

Pushing and pressing with her attack, she vaulted up, attempting to get her hand onto the woman's shoulder so that she could leap over and to her back. Someone liked her acrobatic displays a lot.