[ ah, he's quite the heroic type, isn't he? the type who would die for another person without question, as if that would make the world a better place. almost similar to another guy she's quite familiar with, down to the part where he worries more about her than himself even in a situation where it's every person for themselves. really, does she look so helpless?

roxana supposes that she does—they do—given the circumstances of their personal items currently missing. all she needs is a hairpin, and she's not even afforded that little luxury. ]

Magic? No ... [ her butterflies don't count as magic, after all. so she's still being honest here. ] But I can fight.

[ taught to disarm, taught to fight, taught to kill. she's more than capable of defending herself even without her butterflies. ]

I'm sure whoever our captors are will have weapons, yes? If we can steal from them ...