Oh, Goddess, she's so loud— loud and sudden enough in her declarations that Lorenz startles briefly, which yanks his hair in the crab-grip again, woe and misery upon him etc. It's kind of difficult to turn his head and look at her all the way, given the crab, but—

"Do you know many sea-witches employing petty little beasts? It is a crab!"

And she has a lance pointed at him, which is, hmm. Not ideal. "Please do not point that at me unless you are confident in your precision, madame!"