[ in the end, it's all greek to fliss. or not even that, since she does not know what greek is any more than she is familiar with the word "shank". there's plenty of time to learn, in any case. ]

I think I can agree with that, [ she murmurs, more level than before, a hand comfortable resting at her waist, near to her daggers. the weight of them is different to what she had before, but still more comfortable than being without anything at all. it's like being over-exposed, naked while fully clothed. when did she become that person? it seems like it can't have been that long ago she was trying to shirk practice with her instructor in favour of reading just one more chapter, of one more book. she hasn't read a book in so long. ] They look... unnerving.

[ nodding, however, at the assault rifle he picks up, she asks, ] You're familiar with them, though? How is it that they work? There is no arrow, no sharp tip.