Makie inclines her head to acknowledge that point, her hands folding lightly across her stomach. The wound is healed, now. No harm done.

"Nevertheless, I... could have just left. I knew that. I think..." She trails off. She knows it takes two to fight. It's not entirely what she wants to say, this apology. "I am not one for picking fights, sir. I thought it important to tell you I have no intention of crossing weapons with you again."