Cordelia glances towards her sword. "Once or twice," she says, glancing back at Amy. "Why?" She arches her brow, pursing her lips slightly as she readjusts her weight. This isn't the time to be funny, but Cordelia, while being someone who has had a schedule implanted in her head for a few years now, has never been one to get her timing right. "Do I look menacing? Think invisible pups will quiver in fear when they see me?"