AJ dances backwards as he gives her a synopsis of what's likely a tongue-lashing to follow; the guy looks relatively dainty, but with a sword like that strapped to his back she can't make any assumptions. "Listen," she growls, "I need it more than you do; you've got old faithful there, I have shit. You weren't using it."

And then, in a stroke of brilliance, she adds, "I'll bring it back later." She's the sort of person who looks like either she'll do so with a few gauges and a broken hilt later, or else not at all... but the jutted chin and the pursed-lips trying to be an amicable smile are her best attempt. She hates other people, normal humans and strange scarified or tattooed pointy-eared people... she doesn't recognize Fenris from where she'd last lived, but she's seen people like him. Trying to argue her way around him or anyone is likely to be a disaster, which is why the knife has already disappeared into one of her utility pockets like it never existed.