She can very easily point a sword at anyone's face should they irritate her enough, having done it many a times before that moment. Normally a very unladylike manner, however, with pirates there's never a thing called manners among them. Everything is done for one's benefit, how it's obtained didn't matter.

But hearing his words makes her laugh, though it's nothing like the cheerful ones that people would normally associate with a laugh, as it doesn't hold any sort of happiness to it at all. A hollowness that's tinged with amusement, that's all it can be described to be as if a person is the sort to identify the kind of emotions that they can be going through. There's a certain bitterness to her tone, as if she resents something but where that resentment is held towards isn't entirely known. Only she holds the story and she's not willing to share it with anyone.

"And you stand there pegging me to be blind."

Because she knows that half the of the crew, if not most, had been more interested in other assets rather than her skills with a sword. They had joined for similar reasons and that's to catch a glimpse of exposed skin rather. Plundering towns and gaining treasures had been an extra bonus.

Really, she's been surprised that a mutiny hadn't happened sooner than now.

"Tell me then, what desire are you harboring the most now."