[She relaxed the hand from the fist and sighed, sitting down on the nearest thing she can find (in this situation a crate). She picked at the bloody cloth, eyes distant for a moment. She doesn't get sentimental often and her confidence is never low but in times like this- she does miss the support of her sister, regardless of how snappy and cold it is.]

Anything but daggers draws too much attention to me. And as you concluded, I fight from shadows and as silently as possible. [she tries to explain. Bombs are a definitive no, although, she could fire canons. Spears- she could try but she has a feeling she'd be very clumsy.]

When are we docking? [She tries to change the subject. She's not feeling too hot, being so long in the open seas. Landing on the firm ground would be like a hot shower back home.]