Andrea raised her brows slightly in mild surprise, trying to recall the last time somone had said that she was even a little bit dirty. Ruby had called her a tease. More than once. Before ... everything. But that was not the same thing. It had been a while since anyone had said that she was even remotely close to that, to naughty. Andrea found it interesting. It was nice to know. Not in a, Let's take it up a slutty notch kind of way. Rather in more of a, Would you look at that? ... She could be dirty. Sometimes. Which was good. Because all the time woild be problomatic.
When he mentioned using knives there was a slight stilling of the brush stroke. Something that could have been missed if not noticed at the same second; since Andrea was sure that he didn't her well enough to notice it otherwise. Knives were far from being as bad as guns. She used knives for cooking. Not the same kind. However, there was a time after the hospital she'd only used forks and spoons to eat. Can you believe that? Kind of ridiculous, wasn't it? But for a while knives would just turn into the image of that one one of those fuckers used to stab her heart. Which had her thinking of That. Night.
Maybe one day she would come to be okay with guns, like she could deal with all types of knives now. Though she avoided the ones used outside of the kicthen.
"That's because I am a stubborn, uptight, bitch." The slight chuckle she gave was just slightly forced. "I'm also not a one dimension character plan. I like to relax. I like to have fun. I love the beach. I love telenovelas. I love bothering my friends. I'm just a girl who likes those things and happens to be a bitch 89% of the time," She shrugged. "No." The word came out just a bit sharper than she meant it to. "I don't use weapons." Then she amended. "Outside whatever I find around on the ground and use. You don't need weapons against the average criminal when you're like a bajillion times stronger than they are."