Now, this was interesting. Bobby had suspected that Valdis and Devin were potentially more entangled than their public personas suggested, though it hadn't been confirmed anywhere (that hadn't been admittedly fictional). The things Valdis was choosing to bring up made her wonder if there was more truth to it than she believed.

"Oh, please. That was art," Bobby replied, waving her off. Scissors weren't as much an outright concern as a sword, but they could definitely do damage. She had a knife hidden at her belt, in the small of her back, but close-quarters wrestling with sharp objects didn't sound like an enjoyable time. She would have to be ready for it. "You didn't strike me as the sentimental type, or someone who would accept anything less than high quality goods."

Bobby pointed to the rich fashions around them. "Are you really going to insist on getting blood on these nice things?" Though whose it would be, even she couldn't say for sure. Confidence was one thing, and it would help her on some levels. It would also hinder her if Valdis proved to be more formidable than Bobby realized.