Ringer drops her hands when he finally takes the weapon. She immediately takes a half-step back to regain her own personal space and is already turning to leave when he speaks again. She pauses, glancing up at him, and replies in the driest tone she can manage. "A crossbow."

The short stare that follows suggests that it might be joking, but it's nigh impossible to tell with Ringer, whose humor is equal parts sincerity and teasing even in her own mind. If nothing else, his attitude serves to ease her anger. She reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ears in a mostly perfunctory gesture. "It's yours. Do whatever you want with it."