Prudence had the pleasant surprise of watching Oda stretch, and then seem utterly shocked that she had followed him. She watched him as he coughed,but quickly ruled out that he was chocking. He seemed quite comfortable working alone, and she wondered if he had ever had a partner before. Well, she had, and her partner had been a complete idiot. She would have been better on her own, then with her partner. As it was, he was still alive, and she had died in fire. 

She watched as he gained control of himself, apologising, her eyes analysing his movements and what he said and did. She returned his smile, a bright, kind smile. "I decided it would be best to leave the room before...ah. Before I lost complete control and beat up a certain annoying person" She said with a shrug. "Prudence is correct, but Pru is just fine too" She smiled again, looking to Lance when her attention was brought to him. She didn't mind being watched when fighting, but had to admit, she felt slightly awkward that it was just the three of them. "Don't worry. I've sparred often enough to be able to teach you a thing or two about it" She said confidently, with a laugh. 

She watched the interaction between him and his Mori. It reasured her that not all of them had good relationships with their Mori, as her eyes slide to Infero, those distressing eyes watching her. She shivered lightly. She sighed softly, and said "I understand. They are...rather intrusive things" She looked back to Oda, pursing her lips. She didn't normally spar with a weapon, and had no access to one here, Inferno just merely watching her. So she would just have to be smarter, faster, stronger. Trickier. She smiled slightly. 

She once more studied Oda, taking in his form, his appearance, judging his strength and agility from the way he held himself. Did he know how ot use that Scythe? He seemed to hold it like he did, but anyone could be a good actor. It certainly wasn't hard to hold a weapon like you knew how to use it. She tried to figure out the best way of starting, the best way of attacking him. 

She went in low, aiming for his legs. She watched his arms, his body, ready to counter any movement on his part. Inferno watched on, silent like she had been throughout everything, sad eyes watching Prudence.