[Sorry, Lancer, she's a girl who likes to start slow!! Slow your roll, god. As he takes a bite out of a bread roll. Not what she expected, but she did offer it to him in such a way. He's chill, though, so she found herself not minding it at all. What a champ!]

I'm glad your feelings are intact, then. Which is more than I can say about our only companion here. [Sorry...dead body. And...well he has a point. Their weapons kind of suck, even it mythology says they've got it in the bag when it comes to victory.]

Let's. He could be armed with a butter knife. [She looks around, a set of doors just close by--] That way?