Analysising

The Samurai stared Sean right in the eye for a bit before poking in the cheeks multiple times, prodding at him as if she were looking at some foreign object.

The Samurai: Dutch?

Sean: Huh?

The Samurai: American?

She than moved over to his chest, poking that with her index finger.

The Samurai: Portuguese? French?

Sean slapped the naked woman's hand away and took a step back.

Sean: I'm British! I'm from England!

The Samurai looked at him with a bored expression before turning away from him.

The Samurai: I see, you're a red hair.

Sean: I don't have red hair!

The Samurai paid for her stew, grabbed the bowl, and began to walk away while sipping it. The only thing with her being the sword she was carrying.

Sean picked up her clothes and called out to her

Sean: You're just going to leave you're clothes?!

The Armorless Samurai turned around to stare at Sean for a bit before approaching him. She placed her sheathed sword on the ground and grabbed the straw hat from the bundle

The Samurai: This is nice hat.

She placed the hat on her head, picked up her sword, and began walking away again, sipping her stew as she did so.

Sean could only stare at her, confused.

Sean: You don't don't want the rest of your clothes?!

The Samurai: That was just a disguise. You can keep it.

Sean looked down at her remaining clothes, before tossing them on the ground. What was he going to do with a woman's clothes anyways. That woman was clearly insane, but Sean wasn't sure if he should leave her by her lonesome like that, especially not in the nude.