"You can heal people?" That was a question, with just a hint of respect. Anybody could learn to fight, but it was what came after the fight that was a lot harder to deal with.

He shifted, not quite uncomfortable, but definitely uncertain. Not that holding to the 'just a florist' routine was really applicable during nightshift, but admitting things still felt weird. "Ranged fighters are only as useful as their weapons, and the ones here..." He shrugged. "Anyway, I don't think he was planning on us fighting at all tonight. Not that plans matter much here."