She seemed capable enough, but that brief glimmer in her eye suggested she had taken his hand for a reason beyond attempting to fluster him. So he held it, because why not? A soft touch never hurt anyone, even if he so desperately felt he did not deserve it.

"I am already deadly." He muttered, meandering toward the display of simple knives. Find her a weapon first. He rifled through his pockets. "Do you have any coin?" They did have a stipend, supposedly.