She jumped up, hurling herself backwards to grip a higher branch on a tree a yard away from where she was originally. From that position, hanging onto the branch with just her right arm, she swung herself around the branch and landed softly on top, crouching on the tips of her toes. The girl didn't move a muscle, calmly gazing back at the man from underneath her hood. She was almost like a jungle predator herself; silent, inconspicuous, and deadly still. The hood stayed over her head, enveloping her face with a shadow. The eyes underneath the hood stayed locked onto the man, ever watchful; even the slightly movement could be caught by the huntress's eyes, and she would spring, not unlike a cobra. The cloak hid even her body language; it was impossible to tell if she was scared, confident, worried, or anticipation---perhaps she was all three. After a while, she finally spoke, her voice always proper and strictly correct, yet showing no signs of being conceited, stuck-up, or the like. "An orca cannot climb a tree, however they are extraordinarily deadly and are certainly 'worth living'," She said quietly, thinking back on her knowledge of apex predators around the world.