Most of the bastards where I come from are nearer to my size than the other way. Something in the water, who knows? We're big buggers and fight even bigger things, so this stuff tends to be the go too, combined with more guts than brains and some cunning.

[ She shrugs a shoulder, that laughing, casual way she seems to take nothing seriously, or everything too intensely. ]

What you packing then? Pretty knife somewhere?

[ Waiting until he's done she goes back to strapping herself back into it, shrugging it on. ]