She sits herself in the offered chair, then finds that her legs don't quite reach the floor, making her look even smaller just dangling there. She crosses her legs underneath her, propping her elbows on the table and listening intently, not shying away from his grisly description at all.

"I'd probably snap it first if I was going to use it like that. So it had a sharper point." Ultimately it was too short a weapon for her to wield anyway, she wasn't physically strong enough to get in close enough to stab someone in the throat with something so small. "Or I'd use it to carry something in. If you've got a parchment you want to keep safe, you could roll it up inside."

Her gaze flickers over to the coil. "That I'd stretch out straight, use it to pick a lock if I needed to. Or hide it in the lining of my clothes for an emergency -you could take out someone's eye with it if you tried hard enough."