He winced as she listed her injuries; he'd only had that broken wrist and back, but he couldn't imagine waiting for those injuries to heal on their own. Now, almost surprisingly, it seemed anything that broke also built up a resilience to breaking again, which he was thankful for, but not willing to test himself on that.
"You shouldn't have to pray at the end of the day you're still breathing. Not to sound sexist but you're a woman! They shouldn't force this shit on you. Men, fine, whatever, its like Goddamn Gladiators and that's all well and good but you shouldn't be in the arena; no woman should, regardless of ability or not. Its not fair to see something so beautiful be destroyed. Its like... like watching a rose get stepped on or something."
He didn't see her as a hooker, or a stripper (though if she was stripping, he'd be looking) and his theory wasn't meant just for her. All women. To him, it just wasn't right. He'd seen a lot of brutes out there; he couldn't imagine letting a woman go in there.
He laughed a little at the guard comment. "Well that's why you need swords. Sure they're a bit bulky, hard to get on a plane. But if you get someone... like yours truly, not that I'm bragging or anything... to swing a pair of katanas around, there would be a lot of dead bodies. They're my babies, my protection. Like my shield. You just have to know how to use them. Or call someone your counterpart and make them do all the work." he offered her a small smile, "But uh, for obvious reasons they won't let me have weapons."