"Alright," she doubted that anything lurking out here to kill them was going to be sophisticated enough to lie, and tide-cutter returns to its spot on her belt.

"Someone's cocky," Darcy remarks, fumbling with her phone for a moment to try and turn the torch on. Sure, she probably shouldn't have been out here in the dark, but if she could see shit, shit could see her, ruining any benefit of surprise she'd get.

"It's not the weapon, but the skill you use it with, ehn?"