[Kate notices that little flinch, and she can't help but smile. She reaches for her quiver, propped up beside her chair, and then pulls out of a few of her fancier arrows. Once upon a time, she would have argued that trick arrows were all flash, that they were just a way to cover up the archer's inadequacies, but after dealing with some of the weapons she has on Westerley, she's changed her mind.]

I don't know. This is what I've got right now—they all do something different. [She points to each arrow head in turn.] This one acts as a grappling line, this one shoots acid, and this one is a miniature smoke bomb. A friend of mine makes them, but if you've seen anything else, I'm all ears.