For a moment, she considers asking to borrow one. She does have excellent aim, even if knives had never really been her skill. And it'd.... it would make her feel better.

She dismisses it. Anything coming close enough for her to stab or swipe, she could more easily kick or punch, and have a better effect. And throwing - no, she'd lose the blade, and then where would she be. Not for the first time, she wishes for a gun. If nothing else, the sound from one shot should be enough to scare off any of the strange foxes.

"True enough," is what Kate says, considering him and then glancing back at the treeline. There'd been a flicker of.... something. Oh, she'd believed Mr Arainai said it was clear of foxes, he seemed a man who could spot most things. But there were other things. Other things that hid. And, too, there is the wind, making them jump at shadows.

"Though I must confess, it's hard picturin' a throwing knife bringin' down somethin' like a deer or a kangaroo."