( Surprised by that, actually. She glances over. ) I never said you were. I learned a lot from my dad, too. Don't ever make assumptions.

( Admittedly Ellie and her dad are very alike, but still. The point stands. The nunchucks are set down, and she's back to poking at the knives, fascinated by how many different kinds there are. She didn't even know there were this many kinds. ) "Time in reconnaissance is seldom wasted." That's his thing.

( So she tries not to assume, even if she is a judgmental, moody beast of a person. )

They look kind of like wickets. ( And if it came to using cricket equipment as weaponry, she'd take the bat. ) They probably hurt more than they look like they would.

( Yeah, yeah. Enjoy that elbow to your ribs, Stephanie. )

Throwing knives it is. Sorry, fruit knife; you were a good mate when I needed you. ( And, very solemnly, she is placing the fruit knife in Steph's stash of goodies. )