"Right, guns were something of a surprise to learn of in the Fleet," she says. Fortunately she was usually dealing with people in the close confines of a spaceship, where her daggers usually made very short work of anyone bringing a gun to a knife fight. That wasn't to say she didn't wind up picking up a gun. In fact, she might even want to get one here, wouldn't she? Heartbreaker and Backstabber were her two closest friends but a pistol would probably be more practical in most self-defense applications. Her only real objection was how impersonal guns were. If she was going to kill someone, she wanted to feel their pulse slow on her knife, feel the blood leak onto her hands. Taking a life wasn't something that should be taken lightly, you should feel the weight.

"You said you're coming from work?" Or was it going to? "What kind of position does an ex-templar take in fetish city? Besides Missionary, obviously."