She grins at him. "Thanks. I picked it up from the Anla-shok - the Rangers, to us humans." She notices him shake his arm, and asks, concerned, "I didn't hurt you, did I? Too badly, at least?"
"Most of them aren't bad," she replies. "I'm working on getting my hands on a particular weapon they use - this staff that expands from about this big," she holds her hands about five inches apart. "They manage to do some serious damage with it. I'm hoping for a care package."
Ivanova held up her hands. "Strictly as an observer. To be honest, I'm not much good with a knife, either. Hand-to-hand or ranged weapons for me. And most of my hand-to-hand experience comes from some rather interesting parties."
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