[ There's a beat of hesitation ( a dagger makes for a better weapon than a hammer Jayce, what if this happens again— ) before she nods. The blade's a little dirty, but she'll worry about that later; for now, it's going to get tucked under leather strap that's looped around her sheathe. ]

Not here, no. They were more common where I'm from. [ Well, swords in general. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders. ] But it's served me well so far, if for no other reason than to dissuade ... escalation. [ Not that it works every time — case in point being this very parking lot — but apparently having a big sword is intimidating. Who would've thought. ]