[Also her forearms look like she can crush coconuts. A side-effect of sword training.]

[And. Ah. Bad question.]

Not -- yet. I can use swords! I trained with them. I only got some gunblades just before I left Dollet. I need to learn them.

[The real thing. As shamed as she is to not be good yet, thinking about that, and the fact that she's here, and finally has a chance, makes her forget that embarassment. Her eyes focus on a point far in the distance.]

I am going to be good. I am going to train and practice and study and fight for it.