At the bottom of the stair, she took a few steps into the dimly-lit hold and stopped, looking slowly around the low-ceilinged room. The ship was broad and squat here as well as above, very much a barge, and as ugly to her sight as those that manned it.<br/><br/>"If I am no warrior," she said shortly, her head turning to flash a falsely sweet smile entirely without humor, "No need for these." She lifted her arms sharply, the chainlinks clanking with the swift motion. Her narrowed eyes glittered in the lamplight; she knew he wouldn't dare unlock her, but she wanted to see his reaction to the very obvious verbal feint.