“Hmm,” Liza mumbled thoughtfully as she listened to Alice,”more than likely she had a hidden sheathe. I mean, I assume this was a knife you mean. A switchblade or a razor?”

She dug into her bloody dish, still leaned against the counter behind her.
She picked at chunks of meat, shoveling small fork fulls into her mouth as she awaited Alice’s response. 
[i]Knows nothing about weapons. Well, that’ll have to change, if she wants to survive. Poor Alice. She can’t run for all of eternity, she won’t last half a decade, if even that long, if she doesn’t learn to defend herself some way.[/i] Liz’s somewhat admired the flavor of her dish, pleased at it’s overall taste, though she felt that she had added maybe a bit too much salt.
She mentally shrugged and ate away at her plate of food.