"Yeah, I'm literally just fucking around with this at the moment, I can take a break from it."

Darcy stands up, withdraws the sword from its glittering scabbard, and- in the spot she'd cleared for practicing- gives it a few experimental swings and stabs.

"Okay, I can work with this," she indicates to the space in front of her, "stance up like you're going to stab at me, show me what we're working with."