Happy not to be ditched again, she nodded with a smile. "They thought to put a map along they way. If you want to store your stuff they also reserved a locker room for that. That-a-way." Schwarz said, waving her hand in the direction. She was fairly certain the food would be worse than back home, but that was to be expected when you had to cook for such a mass of people. At least now she could stuff herself with snacks if she felt like it, something her stepfather would have never allowed his poster girl to do.

"Oh!" Schwarz's eyes gleamed remembering the previous topic, "I was never good enough to forge guns, but I like to use dust in more raw form anyway." she explained, freeing swansong from it's resting place and extending her left arm so Francesca could see better. On top of the wand rested an enormous red dust crystal, and another one was embedded within the black cross section. Then she leveled he wand on front of her and with her other hand pushed the black bit along the weapon. A blade shot out from the other end. Schwarz changed her grip to the other hand, the wand now in a form of a rapier. "I call it the Swansong. It's nothing fancy, but I'd never trade it." she smiled as she looked down the dark blade to check it's sharpness before retracting and holstering it again.