What a cheery question
Fear?! You fool!
She fears nothing, I tell you! Nothing! A mighty, impenetrable wall of confidence is she! All that which is frightening bows before her and apologizes for looking her way! Woe be unto the evil of this world, for she will smite it! So it is smitten, so shall it be done!
Unless it’s a teeny, tiny bug on the ceiling. In which case, she will seal off the room and pretend that she *wants* to sleep on her couch all the time.