[Her interest only sparks hotter when he extends his hands in a gesture she quickly realises is meant to suggest a sword's length, and she runs through her knowledge of blades in an attempt to place it. It can be either, he says, and already she thinks such a blade would be better for a cavalier than the flimsy whisper of a rapier. She gets why such a light and delicate sword had been chosen now, given who's arms were - in the end, after - intended to hold it. But when compared to her beloved two-hander it seems such a silly, ornamental thing.

The diktat of tradition can go fuck itself now they're far from home, and when even back at Canaan House her cover had been well and truly blown. But that doesn't mean she isn't intrigued to hear about his blade. The possibilities it presents, if she and Harrow ever return to the Dominicus system. There's a sudden dampness at the creases of her palms, just thinking about it.]

I'd fucking love to go up against an opponent with a sword like that. You know, get a feel for the technique. Do you think you're gonna be able to get one like it here?

[Maybe she'll get lucky and he'll offer to show her how it's wielded.]