Goldy shrugs amiably. All her weaponry is well-hidden under her leather jacket, under her top, in her backpack, and in cargo pockets.

"She's right. That will probably do."

While Alanna works to disguise her blade, she casts a glance at the gap between the tops of the two buildings, assessing distances. She seems vaguely satisfied.

"Shall we then?" she suggests when the knight is done.