Disciple had barely any time to react to the sudden storming in of a young human. Any instinct to see her rushing in as an attack were stalled by the sight of the girl wrestling with footwear. She could definitely relate to the hatred of things being strapped on your feet. Definitely. Yet, she couldn't quite relax enough to enjoy the camaraderie that mutual hatred of these ridiculous shoes might bring.

But a blunt girl, she could deal with. Given she had been a bit of a blunt girl herself as a wiggler.

"I'm an adult. You probably met a wiggler."