She got to about two spear lengths between the two of them before the umbrella snapped closed and languidly tapped down to the ground. The short little thug was leaning on the top of it, her eyebrow raised while she just quietly watched Jaune, clearly waiting for something. A shield bash. A snarky comment. A sword stab. Anything would do.

She reached up her hand to brush the rim of what was now her bolwer cap, tipping it once and seeming to laugh softly, just standing there, cocking her head with a very 'weeeeell, what?' look all over her face. The one thing she wasn't doing? Answering Jaune's question.