At least she had the batons gifted by the Observers. Nida had to make these by hand. He flips the weapon easily in his hand before holding it out to her. Clearly it's made to a specification, to his specifications. To his needs. As long as his forearm, perfect for hiding under clothes, and clearly strapped in place. And of course he takes hers as well to inspect.

The weight gets an appreciative look from him, and he smiles, spinning it through his hands happily. Very lovely. Still not what he's prefer, because he prefers metal, but he works with what he has.

"Nice," he says appreciatively, twitching the other arm so that his second tanbo settles into his hand, and up close it's easier to compare them. Interesting. Just wishes he could get himself a metal core. Or just metal. "I bet you're real good with these. Got to respect someone who is good with the low-tech solutions."