"You must be Diana. Dylan mentioned someone by that name was teaching him to wield swords, and you move like you know what you're doing around them."

Six had his hands in his pockets as he walked up to her. More out of politeness than anything else. Those were clearly her weapons, and he wasn't going to pick them up without good reason.

He did, however, look at them. "The steelwork is impressive. You found a real blacksmith?"