Senna arrives, considerably better-equipped than she was the night before.  She has a crossbow on her left, a bigger crossbow on her right, a sack over her shoulder, some shiny new chain armor, and a bagel for breakfast.  She certainly looks proud of herself, though at the same time, she looks like shit.  After all, she'd just been up all night working.  "Almost," she answers on approach.  "First, I come bearing gifts.  Soldier boy," she says, pointing her bagel at Koram.  "I'll get to your cross when I have a free hand.  But first, Fallon, the armor turned out right nice, if I do say so myself.  Care to see how it fits?"