Morning - Sif/York
York was painfully aware of the prejudice against women. It wasn't something that was gone by his time, women were still the weaker sex, by nature's design, and thus they were often treated as if they weren't worthy of many things that were traditionally a male dominated activity. However, the Spartans weren't included in that. Everyone had been augmented, everyone had been experimented on, metal grafted to male and female bones. The women were every bit as strong, resistant, and reliable. In fact, the two top soldiers were both women, York having come in third, behind Texas and Carolina. Imagine that, a man coming in third when it came to battle skills.
But that was York's world, so asking a woman for help was a better idea than asking a man. They also seemed to be better teachers, they had more patience, and more knowledge to impart.
"I do have some experience with a sword, so we'll go with the double bladed one, if that's alright with you." He paused, though, to watch as that blade was revealed and the hilts fastened together. His eyebrows went up slowly and that smile reappeared. "Wow. Yeah. That looks great." The Spartan knew he'd need to get used to the weight of a traditional sword. He knew energy swords and they had no weight in the blade, there was nothing to balance there or consider, just the grip in your hand (held horizontally instead of vertically, parallel with the body instead of facing away) and little more. But that was why he was here, to learn.
One blue eye slipped over to the rack of weapons, then he gave a nod. It was strange, really, for someone who knew what they were looking at. Anyone with a trained eye would notice that when glancing right, York was fine, he looked quite normal.. but if he wanted to look left, he had to turn his body as he did, a much larger motion than any other person would need to make. Surely it made it harder for him to fight, without being able to see what was going on to his left. It was a huge blind side (quite literally), but the injury looked rather old, so apparently he'd been handling it well all these years.
A few steps would take him over to the rack and he'd take a moment to select one of the double blades before returning to Sif, checking the weight in his hands with a smile. "You got this, D." The words were quiet and obviously to himself as he approached the woman and held up his choice. "I am at your mercy, Lady Sif." He was ready and eager to learn.