[That spark didn't go unnoticed. An electronic arm? Cybernetics? The presence of a light fixture meant the sky was the limits here; and definitely something more advanced in a contemporary sense than Yharnam at least. And she honestly couldn't blame the boy for being on guard either... all too often she's on the opposite sides of these sorts of interactions.
["Moonlight Town". That's definitely a new name to her, even if the moon itself has factored so extensively into things. And the Cathedral was... supposed to be someplace save? Or maybe not...? Either way, the answer told her a lot because she didn't understand the answer at all.
[But then there was the boy's own question, and Chopt's introspection gets put on hold for a fary different search of her being, her hands going through what few pockets and even her very mind tried to call on any material possessions she might have on her even if they were hidden by other means; means connected to the very nature of her Soul. But alas...]
... no...
[Her attention had drifted away from Pinnochio while searching herself, but she turns back to him, and gives an apologetic shake of her head.]
No I... thinks this is just it for me. Until I find something for me it'd be just a lot of running, hiding, and roughing it. If you had something like a sword or a knife, that could help, but...
[[A step back and she balls her hands up into fists, throwing out a few jabs, more to test how her body feels than as some sort of exhibition. Her muscles still feel loose, ready, like it'd only been hours since her brawl with Hoarah Loux that had devolved into a bitter fistfight after armor and blades had failed them both. How hard she could hit whatever the boy had been fighting though? Well that'd be a different matter. She gives Pinocchio a bit more of a reassuring smile.]
I've managed with just my fists before. Not pretty but it's gotten the job done when I needed it to.
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["Moonlight Town". That's definitely a new name to her, even if the moon itself has factored so extensively into things. And the Cathedral was... supposed to be someplace save? Or maybe not...? Either way, the answer told her a lot because she didn't understand the answer at all.
[But then there was the boy's own question, and Chopt's introspection gets put on hold for a fary different search of her being, her hands going through what few pockets and even her very mind tried to call on any material possessions she might have on her even if they were hidden by other means; means connected to the very nature of her Soul. But alas...]
... no...
[Her attention had drifted away from Pinnochio while searching herself, but she turns back to him, and gives an apologetic shake of her head.]
No I... thinks this is just it for me. Until I find something for me it'd be just a lot of running, hiding, and roughing it. If you had something like a sword or a knife, that could help, but...
[[A step back and she balls her hands up into fists, throwing out a few jabs, more to test how her body feels than as some sort of exhibition. Her muscles still feel loose, ready, like it'd only been hours since her brawl with Hoarah Loux that had devolved into a bitter fistfight after armor and blades had failed them both. How hard she could hit whatever the boy had been fighting though? Well that'd be a different matter. She gives Pinocchio a bit more of a reassuring smile.]
I've managed with just my fists before. Not pretty but it's gotten the job done when I needed it to.