Her eyes cut to Naomie. "No, I can't. I use a sword. Almost like you." Raising a eyebrow at her a moment before turning to Walter. "Thanks." Going over to the table, she looked down at Damien and sighed. Then moved around him and grabbed the short sword. It wasn't exactly what she was used to but it was ok. They didn't have much to work with anyway. It wasn't really too heavy either. "Thanks again, Walter." It was a weapon. She ripped her pants a little to make a holder on her waist for her sword. At least her pants was too tight for them to fall from her with this cut. "I'll wake him." Moving close to him and poking him with her foot. "Wake up!" She kept on doing it until he did so.