"I would like to think I could, other than slapping down a bitch in school never really had to, I prefer to try to defuse volitile situations, if nothing else than to avoid collateral damage." she replied as she crouched down and lifted the hem of her ankle length skirt, revealing a sheethed knife, that more closely resembled a short sword, straped to her leg, the blade was about 8 inches and was a jagged and very sharp blade. "I always like to be prepared, just in case."
She smiled when he offered her the position and nodded. "Well I'm your girl then." she replied, offering a hand shake. "When do I start?" she asked. She wasn't sure what Lot thought of her and her capabilities but she wasn't going to correct them. She always prefered people underestimating her.