Allison laughed. "Mikey? 'e en't nothing 'tall, just picked 'im up't 'ardware store, yeah? Naw, Miss Cordelia's torches - she's got some serious bling, like. M' old torch what I 'ad in Arena, 'e'd fit right in wif them, yeah?"
She frowned at the little torch in her hand and pocketed it. "Useter have 'n axe, too, but wotcher want 'n axe for when y'got a big ol' shiny torch, wot? Ruther've had a gun, like, but t'weren't regulation, 'n Scout'd give me a right clout 'f I'd've asked, yeah?"