Thea was having a swell ol’ time with the knife. Well, that was a lie. She was having a swell ol’ time with her knife, the sun, the fresh air, and her thoughts. Thea had been complimented many times on her appearance in the sun, which is not the kind of compliment most people get, and she returned it with the kind of thank you most people don’t: Typically a glare and a determination to quickly get out of the situation. She could be ugly as hell inside, with her muddy hazel eyes quickly being taken over by their light brown flecks, her hair sitting still in an obvious mess. But as soon as she stepped into a sun, the green and blue in her irides stood out over the brown, making her relatively-pale skin look like a frame with a light dash of freckles. Thea hated it. It drew way too much attention, and, surprisingly, she hated the majority of the attention she got. The only kind of attention she really liked was negative attention, because it meant people would stay away and keep their talk amongst themselves.<br/><br/>Her cheeks were starting to feel warm and she was probably getting a bit of burn on her, even in her little spot of shade. Oh, well. She burned way too easily, so it wasn’t as if she were surprised. Besides, it would’ve happened on the road anyway.<br/><br/>Someone beside her whispered something about that the sand ever did to her, and it surprised her enough to make her flinch last minute in her throw, causing the knife to trip in the sand and clatter to the ground.<br/><br/>“Actually, Dan, this sand has done nothing to me. However, I’m certain it would make sure to punish me severely for causing it this pain were I to just let it sit here, so I<span style="font-style: italic">must</span>continue with this tiring and sad practice until I am sure it will not come back to haunt me.” She explained sarcastically, looking up at him with sigh.<br/><br/>She held the knife in her hand, spinning it around in her hand as she repeatedly switched between a saber and reverse grip. She’d cut herself pretty badly over the years while learning the trick, but by now it was as easy as spinning a pencil between her fingers, just a repetitive motion of moving her index finger, her thumb, and the knife. As she did this, she looked up at him, giving him a studying glance. He’d probably panic if he ever even held a knife. His fingers, however, were long and nimble, and, if he’d had her practice, would probably be able to handle a weapon as well as she could.<br/>“What? Oh, the knife,” She said, remembering the blade in her hand. She stopped it in a saber grip, looking down at it distractedly. “I can’t actually hurt anyone but myself with a transition twirl, and that’s only if I mess up. If I wanted to hurt you, I definitely wouldn’t be holding it like this.”<br/><br/>She looked at him for a few more seconds, thinking quietly, her mind going a mile per minute.Maybe...It would be useful, and his little magnetic field trick and telekinesis might be useful if things get out of hand. But she’d never actually...No, no, that wasn’t an excuse. Okay. Yeah, okay then.<br/><br/>She nodded at the other pole holding up the blankets and curtains, the place that had been occupied by Crayton no more than twelve hours ago. “Have a seat.”<br/><br/>“I don’t guess you have any experience with knives. Or hunting. Or weapons in general. Am I right?”