[She hovers close as he drops down to his haunches to better eye up her sword, like she might be considering smacking his hands away should he choose to reach out and touch it. Maybe. Possibly. But he doesn't, and instead she gives him an appraising once-over that she doesn't bother to conceal when he says they don't compliment me well. He's not as ripped as her maybe, but he's not exactly feeble-looking either. He could wield it, she thinks, if he wanted to.]

Often, usually. Not so much since they dragged us here though, but I'm kiiiinda hoping that'll change. I'm wasted on odd jobs and chucking drunk assholes out of taverns. I just haven't figured out where I'm most needed yet. And my roommate back in Thorne did say he'd make me a creature that isn't made solely of bones, so I've gotta hold him to that at some point.

[She shrugs, before returning to her own kindled curiosity.]

What kind of sword are you used to?

[She's ready to fangirl about sword all day if no-one stops her.]