twiststheblade

Miho shrugs off her light kimono-jacket, revealing knife-sheaths on both fore-arms, which surely had been tangible through the thin silk. The jacket is draped over the back of a chair, but the blades stay on for now. There are other less obvious blades, in her boots, tucked into the small of her back.

She eyes the woman quietly, still, silent, head ever so slightly to one side.