Is that a problem, indeed. In truth, someone who wasn't trained in the weapon in question likely wouldn't find it too useful—Maya only had one in case she couldn't dodge for whatever reason—but one hardly had to be skilled to swing something around to buy time, even if only for a few moments. And a pipe was hardly a 'skilled weapon.' "It depends," Maya answered. It depended on quite a number of things, but for now, the simple ones— "On your fighting style, and on what is attacking, yes?"

Whether or not it hurt to be slightly more prepared was not an easy question to surmise the answer to—Maya had not yet seen hide nor hair of the supposed monsters, unless that word was a euphemism for the patients getting taken away at night for experiments.

... That put a new spin on the matter. Easily confirmed, if she could but seek out someone in the morning, so, making a mental note to do that, Maya moved on to the next concern. "We receive them after dinner. —No, receive them back is more apt." Maya hadn't been given it, after all; she had taken it. "They are confiscated for the day. Nights are set apart for so-called testing by the good general, it seems." Hopefully, that news wasn't a shock. Maya stopped there, to let it sink in.