Ah, well. There it is. She says it so easily, so comfortably, no girl that age should be talking about knives and guns like that, and he wonders again how many soldiers she might've known, back home. His gaze flicks over to her the moment she weapons knives, but he tries not to watch her too obviously, giving her a bit of a smile when she asks if he'd like to lead.

"Worth a try," he says, reaching out, taking the lead from her when she hands it over. Stay on the horse's left, slow, calm, and this is fine, of course, doesn't require much of him doing anything, but it's still nice. A well-intended offer.

"The Cetagandans had things closer to guns, but still not quite." Glancing over to her again. "Did you use those much, back home?"

Guns and knives.