[ Sal doesn't seem to believe his reassurances at first — but after a moment she sighs and takes a seat on the other bed. This whole damn day has wrung her out, unfortunately, so it appears that she'll have to take the risk for now. She nods to the sword, Red Queen. It's a hell of a lot fancier than Jeff, she thinks begrudgingly. ]

Is that a normal thing, where you're from? Doesn't seem like any kind of mage weapon.

[ Or even one of the Revolution's more sinister inventions; everyone just has to try and one-up each other for killing potency, don't they? She takes off her sword as she talks, resting it against the wall. Maybe she still has an eye on him, but this is...well, it's a start. ]

Magic, familiars...at least a sword's reliable.