What little Tandy knew about fighting she had figured out in the head of the moment, with Tyrone in particular, when they'd gone after gangs together. Sure, she could throw one of her daggers with an excellent eye to marksmanship and casually enough that it might seem effortless, but most of that particular training had taken place in someone's mindscape, but thankfully the skill itself had transferred over to the waking world.
As she walked the cemetery dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie thrown over it, the teenager wondered if she was supposed to have brought actual knives for this, and hoped not since it wasn't like she had any. Tandy wasn't stupid enough to think she wouldn't have to manifest her daggers in front of the woman so she could see what she was working with, but figured that telling someone else a little about what she could do was a small price to pay for what she'd learn.
Approaching the graveyard, Tandy stopped when she saw the woman sitting on the ground outside the fence and gave a faint smile of greeting.