She waits until he's shown her his back before she makes a face, disinclined to follow– he's a good lead though, and seems willing to help. Eventually.

"A listenin' sort," she concludes, "Or talkin' sort. Other two aren't much for me.

You'll be the fightin' sort." Deduced from the polearm, and the fact that you have to be good at fighting if you're to be even half as annoying as he is.