[Tohsaka rolls her eyes, and when the vines finally release her she begins collecting her discarded clothes to redress. His evasiveness and blase nature around the pain and death of others makes her venture to guess that he is.]

Annoying, but I suppose I'm not stranger to competition. Maybe by then I'll have another reason for you not to kill me.

[And by then, she'll have already died once: at the hands of someone in the rings of the March Spades Game.]