"Absolutely," she said shortly, taking him in from head to toe. He was on the wobbly uncertain side, so she'd sheathe her claws unless he earned them, but she'd left her conciliatory ever-nice persona behind and only broke it out when she really needed it.

"Show me your guns." She made it clear what this means by rolling up her sleeve and flexing her better arm. It'd taken a lot of work to get this goose egg. "Can you do better?"