"I know risk," she said. "I have been shot before. And stabbed once. But cut more. Swords are the way of my people, not bullets. But we know how to use them all the same. A sword is precise and graceful. It is an art and a tradition. [i]Kha'haij,"[/i] she said with bitter disgust as she did a quick imitation of a mech with her arms, "They are like Bulls. Sloppy and loud and cowardly. I hate them." Ridahne snorted but then shook her head as if putting the thought aside to hear the rest of his story. Things certainly made a lot more sense now that she knew how he'd been injured and why, and it also clarified who they were up against.

"These people, this...bitch..." It was an unfamiliar word for her but she did know it, though it felt strange on her lips and awkward. "What can you tell me about their training? Equipment?" She guessed that if transportation was necessary, they would go for some kind of vehicle. He looked like the type and guessed that he once ran with similar folk who would prefer the security of a vehicle, as they did provide some shelter from bullets and other deadly projectiles. But if they used vehicles, it would be a grand distraction while they slipped in quietly.

"I will tell you, I am an artist of quiet. My instinct is to use your...friends as a distraction to draw away attention while we slip in--Don't!" She warned as he tried to stand. She gave him a glare that might have been seen as unkind if it weren't for the context of her trying to save him pain. "Yes, yes, I will get these things. Can you ride? Like a horse? Or a camel...do you have camel here? Or are you in too much pain? It is bumpy even on a good horse. I would love to have a sand speeder but..." Ridahne laughed derisively. "I doubt anyone has one of those here. If they did, I am very good at crossing the wires to make them start. You call it...hot wires? Tell me, Maedoc, where did you plan to find these things?"