Lara grinned and grabbed a small towel, wrapping it around herself even though it wasn't exactly covering much as she padded over to her clothes. Her blade was old but it was simple, clean and had an edge as keen as a razor. She turned and tossed it up in the air, letting it spin lazily before catching it, the length of the blade laid out and balanced across the back of her hand.

She looked around and grabbed a heavy chair, dragging it across the floor and inviting him to sit. "Do you have oil?" She asked as he sat.