[Rue takes the blade and holds it as directed. She feels the smooth wood of the hilt in her hand, grips it tight. The blade is thin, easily hidden, better for stabbing than slashing, but the point could open up a person's throat in a pinch.
She's still not sure if she can. If she could. If things came down to it.]
[Action]
She's still not sure if she can. If she could. If things came down to it.]
If they can't see me, they can't kill me, right?