At the attempted contact, she was about to lift a hand to swat him - herself - off, but sand off her borrowed body came from nowhere and beat her to it. It distracted her temper for a few seconds as she stared at where it was retreating back over the skin. Nothing made sense anymore, but then she remembered his question and the fury came back, still blazing.

"What's that supposed to mean?! And why should I tell you anyway, y'know?!"