The fight over, Homura wipes her knife off on the cleanest part of a dead goblin's tunic she can find before sheathing it. Blood is corrosive to metal, after all, and she knows that here she cannot rely on magic to help keep things in optimal condition. Then she looks up at the man again, expression neutral.

"Thank you." She pushes her glasses up her nose (it frustrates her that only some effects of her magic carried over but at least this world seems to have a thorough understanding of lenses). "You as well."

And then she waits, curious of his intentions before she'll lower her guard enough to pick through the bodies for anything useful in addition to proof of their demise.