Mizu would laugh. She knew what he meant. Only the shamelessly evil would rejoice in people dying, even temporarily, and he'd asked about people getting hurt. Besides, it's not a concept she was familiar with a year ago. The magic, technology, and much more people here are used to as well. Mizu's adapted more than the average Star Child, so she won't make light of him adjusting so clearly. She's an ass, but that's not the kind of ass she is.

"Swords, primarily," Mizu answers. "While we were fending for ourselves at the academy, it was knives and other tools." It is the way of the artist where she's from to do one thing and one thing only, but swords would have done little good. In some ways, she's still a bad artist. Looking at it another way, it all feeds into her art, except her art in that case isn't swords.

"Do you use a sword?" No one shows up with one.