Her eyes narrow in assessment when he indicates her weapon. She doesn't like parting with it, but she knows there are advantages to cooperating, even if it really isn't her style. After a few moments of consideration, she carefully removes the saber at her side. It's not her favorite weapon, but she likes it. Then she removes a knife from beneath her shirt, a gesture of faith. Her eyes are locked on his, a slightly pedantic expression on her face: Never assume your enemy has only one weapon. She has more, but he doesn't need to know that. Holding out a hand, she says, "Wait here. I'm going to hide these." She isn't sure if he understands, but she takes a few steps back, still holding out her hand, and then ducks into the brush.