"I suggest a ranged weapon as well so you have depth to your combat skills," he remarked, not that he was particularly offering to teach firearms. Most didn't want to put in the work, and he wasn't one to let anyone get away with handing one without learning all the safety required to do so properly.

Distracted as she was counting benches, he set to work in the limited time that he thought he had. He expected blood when he made the knife stroke. Instead, he found himself staring at tiny crystals flowing out. He used the gauze to mop them up. Some larger crystals came once there was more space.

That was... something. It explained Moira's explanation.

"Are all the benches the same colour?"

He grunted in agreement about dreams being invasive. It might show aspects of himself that he wasn't likely to willingly show others. "I expect at some point someone's permission won't be included."