Sif wasn't thinking about it! Really! She was mostly just making sure that all the fencing gear cleared the ring, which meant that she, too, had to pick hers up and carry it around (at least back to her office, and then to her truck).
At least poor Emil had also taken his scoring equipment and wasn't expecting her to babysit it. She gave him a fistbump, anyway, before he left, because he seemed cool.
"Corin the psychic," she laughed, as they cleared out the ring and walked down the long hallway of stalls.