Nika eyed the blade and then ran a finger around the dent. "Guess my brother isn't the only one with luck."

She shrugged and slide the knife back into its sheath. "What's foreplay without a little disarming?"

She nodded to the old woman. The lady reminded Nika of Lorna a little. Hopefully without the heavy accent and the affection for Crippler.

"I just need to get my baton from inside the coffee shop. Hopefully, it's still in there after bouncing off of... whatever it hit."