So this girl obviously isn't one for jokes, Sarona realizes. She could have shoved her back, or used the weapon in her hand, but she doesn't. She moves to the side, although she doesn't avoid the shove entirely. It's hard to do that when she's still waiting for all of the fog to fade from her glasses. Stepping back further into the cave and away from the opening helps.

"Name-calling? However will I survive those verbal daggers?" She rolls her eyes. "But sure, come on in, please pay no mind to the mess. I haven't had a chance to clean up yet."

By mess she means the dead fire, the pile of sticks, and she she thinks are smoothed around of ground near the firepit that she thinks was meant for sleeping.