She was indeed hoping for one of those "meh" evenings, though she was curious if there was ever a time he'd return home in good spirits. Glancing down she gestured at the weapon.

"That uh, Tarutaru was it? Jessie? She helped me get this. It's a tool of mine from home but it's not in working condition." Several months in a colonial prison's store room would do that. "The blade is rusted, the strap worn out and the spring mechanism is broken."