Even that little is enough to innately know what it is. Whatever she's holding is discarded, and she effortlessly catches the long, glimmering, beautiful halberd like it weighs nothing, using its inertia to bring it to the ready with a modicum of movement.

She's great with lances in general, but this? This is her weapon, her Wishblade, and any panic or doubt is gone. Simply vanished, as she takes hold of her battlereadiness and exudes the calm and surety of her order. She might not have her armour (yet), but she's got her lance, the penultimate lance, and that'll make up for it against, frankly, minions like these.

"...Nah, Ah don't think we will." She'll thank Link in a second. They have a few upstarts to beat up. "If ya wanna get outta here with all your blood an' teeth in ya, might wanna back off." She knows dang well they won't, but she still has to give their one warning.