She let out a less-than-ladylike snort. Even if time was on her side, she was a little skeptical. Her gaze fell on the staff and she lifted it, tossing it up and down lightly with one hand. "You know, I have no fucking clue why Danny picked this--of all possible weapons--for me. I've kinda learned not to ask too many questions from him. It always goes back to Kunlun-this and Kunlun-that and my eyes tend to glaze over." She rolled her eyes, but not without some affection. For all her jokes, she did, of course, care for Danny.

Which was weird. But she was getting used to it.

"My best guess is that he doesn't trust me with sharp objects."