It was risky, but she was already addled enough that it was seemingly washing off of her like water off of a duck's back. She actually seemed to laugh, though the tittering motion was just that, a soundless motion that she made in amusement while she followed up and slashed with her umbrella. Pressing the attack, she was trying to avoid eye contact, but that was harder in the throws of battle. As umbrella clashed with blade, there were moments where her eyes locked with Winter's, albeit just for a second or two at a time. They were expressionless, emotionally dead, deeply affected by whatever ran through her veins, even when one strike glanced over the skin and black blood oozed out of a shallow cut.

Did she dare try to maintain eye contact and enter her head space?