Yeah that's about what she thought. As long as she's keeping the knife, Lup feels like she's accomplished her goal for now. She shrugs agreeably. "Fair enough. And you know there's more where that came from? Non-combat supplies, food, sometimes there's clothes... cross-stitches with swears on 'em..." That one was her idea. "We got it all, over in the temple ruins. Hit us up if you wanna trade for anything, okay? Like... paper and charcoal, maybe?" If she'd rather write than talk.