"Doesn't trigger that often. Don't worry 'bout that. Should be good for a long while."

She won't tell him what she saw. Anyone would want to keep that quiet. So with a deep breath, she pushes away from the wall, running a hand back through her hair.

"...But I sure as 'ells am gonna teach y' to fight."

There's an anger, there, bubbling beneath the surface. Not at him, not at all. He's someone who was a victim in all of that. But those strange men? Oh, she'd take pleasure in knowing a few more were dead if she could.

"T' start with, what can you do with a knife?"