Lavellan does not think they are a chainsaw with a sword, because she is living her best medieval fantasy life and has no idea what a chainsaw is. Her current mental picture is a sword at the end of a chain, so you can throw it around. Which sounds a little tricky, but he clearly knows what he's talking about. She does, however, nod deeply in understanding at the bolters. Yes, ballistas are excellent for dealing with demons! These both made sense to her, though ballistas seemed a little unwieldy. Still, if she were his size, maybe she could use them casually, too.

Alright, the whole 'I had to let go' statement felt a little...unemotional, but still, she'd been judging him this whole time, maybe she needed to give him some grace. If he was not so unlike her, then maybe it was necessary. She simply nods, and then presses her lips together, when he continues to speak. It hadn't occurred to her that anyone would miss her-- there was only one who would even have known she was missing. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, she was beyond any of them, before she ever arrived here. And as for the one--

No, she didn't want to think about it.

"My thanks, for your kind words, Ser...?" She never did catch his name, did she. "I am Inquisitor Beleth Lavellan--Or I guess just Beleth Lavellan, here. There is certainly no Inquisition in this world." She'd have to get used to that. Her name, without the title, almost felt clunky. Like it was missing something. Still, she'd have to mind herself more carefully, in the future.