[He takes one of the ceramic knives from his chest harness and offers it for an inspection trade-- this one worn where someone might keep a shoulder holster.
The ceramic is matte black, sucking in what little light there is in his room.]
Yeah. I get you. Too easily detected. And... pushed.
Mega made me these.
[He examines Anya's knife, spinning it lightly between his fingers, checking the balance.]
no subject
The ceramic is matte black, sucking in what little light there is in his room.]
Yeah. I get you. Too easily detected. And... pushed.
Mega made me these.
[He examines Anya's knife, spinning it lightly between his fingers, checking the balance.]