[Now that makes her snicker, a little curve to her mouth.]

I have a lotta friends with horns. Also, pretty sure you got more range with the sword.

[But she doesn't dwell on that as he offers up much more of himself readily, and Beau listens, attentive. Any information she can glean on anyone here is interesting and worthy of note, even if she quietly understands that feeling behind parents. Fuck that, end story. Simple enough.]

Primarily their mom? Jeez. Don't tell me there's some kind of other demon for having daddy issues.

[It's mostly a joke. Mostly.]

Guess we're some weird weapon squad, huh. Not that mine's spelled the same. But I pretty much just go by Beau, so it's whatever.

[Pronounced as "Bow", matching the bo staff on her back. Irony, right there.]