"Yeah, well...I can still hope." She tried folding her arms while holding the fiddle, but that was an exercise in comical futility, so she just kept her instrument hugged close to her chest, hoping the brim of the hat offered enough cover to keep the instrument dry for as long as possible. The wood might still warp after the fight, but she'd do her best to care for it once the fight was over, assuming she survived it.

She turned her head to look at Duster, taking in the armor and the spear. This was the first time she'd really seen him geared up and ready for battle. No Monk job for him, she was guessing.

"You look pretty tough," she smiled. "Feeling up for this?"