"Uh... yeah." You stand up cautiously, glancing at the entire village's population of five people, two of which stand in front of you, and rub the back of your head nervously. "Did I say 'meaning of life'? I meant... uh... 'meaning of pi'. OH! I remembered it! 3.14... uh... something. Thanks anyway! Bye!" You back away, nervously. The crowd of three looks at you in disappointment. But you don't care. You just want away from the creepy lady.
"So... uh.... I'll send you guys a postcard, mm'kay? Uh... heh..." Then you turn around and sprint out of there. Cowardly wondering swordsman who has no clue how to use his sword, at least you can take credit for being a very fast runner.