[ She frowns, brow furrowing. She's pretty sure she's using them all (though it's not like she'd know if she wasn't), but the first two didn't seem so impossible.
With only that brief moment of pause, she withdraws a dagger from a sheath at her hip. She flips it into an easy forward grip in one hand, the other lifted with palm up, fingers stiffly folded. The blade is quick, and — oh, okay. She doesn't have any fingernail clippings handy, so she's just whittling shards of nail from her fingers and letting the pieces fall into her waiting palm.
Hope they didn't need to be in perfect half-moons, guy. ]
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With only that brief moment of pause, she withdraws a dagger from a sheath at her hip. She flips it into an easy forward grip in one hand, the other lifted with palm up, fingers stiffly folded. The blade is quick, and — oh, okay. She doesn't have any fingernail clippings handy, so she's just whittling shards of nail from her fingers and letting the pieces fall into her waiting palm.
Hope they didn't need to be in perfect half-moons, guy. ]