Brooklyn looked thoughtful, rubbing his chin. He'd probably still keep the shovel around, but something for his fists definitely seemed usable. The fighting style he used as a gargoyle wouldn't work here, seeing as he no longer had the raw brute force necessary to back it up.

"I think that's good," he nodded, taking her word for hoe well they'd work. "What'll you need me to get you for them?" And she'd most likely want some form of payment. What did people use for the common exchange here, anyway?