[ A voice pulls her attention away, holding her cleaver above her head, mid swing. ]

... Ah. [ Ah... ] I hadn't realized anyone was following me. Pardon my rudeness. [ She lowers the tool to her side. ]

I happen to be quite fond of sweets. But, a colorful, candied house in a dull, tasteless wasteland seemed very suspicious. I'm taking a precaution for myself and whoever else comes to happen across it. I can't exactly cure poison here, after all.