Slicing through the webs, Tenma propels herself, sheathing a katana in one fluid motion so she can reach out and grab onto a sign protruding out, something to hang off of as she and the spider she's come looking for stare at each other from across the way. Where Lucy glares with anger at her, Tenma watches with a small, confident smile. It's a smaller, more subdued expression than the grins Lucy has seen Musashi—her Musashi—give, the big wild ones of barely contained excitement that fighting strong opponents brings out. Another reminder of how this isn't the woman she knows, not exactly. Familiar and yet a stranger all the same.

As Lucy drops down, so does Tenma, landing on her feet and giving a quick hop backwards to put a little extra distance between them. So, she's resolved to do this herself, has she? Musashi'd be proud of her for that, despite everything, Tenma knows.

"Be glad to, Kushinada-san." She replies easily. "The sooner you let me sort you out, the sooner I can hand things back to the me you prefer. That's the promise I made her, after all."

She slips into a combat stance, swords drawn and ready. "But, if that's not satisfactory, well...come and get me."