Zenith frowns faintly, then she glances around. She leans in. “Okay, off the record, what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Carra observes him as he approaches, then she presses a button, triggering multiple tools and blades to projects from her knife. “It’s a tanto blade multi-purpose, like a Swiss Army. Just a little something-something I pilfered a while ago.”