"Well, I've just glanced around and I've already spotted like five different weapons, so I'm gonna say worse?" she said, tugging the shirt on. "Mostly because, at some point, having your own armory is..."

Well, it was something. She had no idea what, exactly, but definitely something.

"Look, they all show signs of wear and tear, too," she said, hunkering down to look at, well, more knives. Whoever lived here - her? - really liked knives. "So it's not like this is someone's collection. These weapons get used."