She watches Max steal an arrow, then suggest using that to fence with, and Darcy snorts.

"Yeah sure, I want to lose my eye and get a lung punctured, let's do it."

Darcy deadpans and steals the arrow back, twirling it between her fingers.

"Look, the number one way that fencers die is if their opponent's sword breaks. Debris moving at the speeds we move at can slice through kevlar. I know you probably don't give a fuck, but I'd rather not die right now, I've got a date that would be disappointed if I bled out before the dance."