"I'm not sure. I may just have to buy a trunk and practice on that." She lets out a sigh and shrugs her shoulders. "I'll figure something out." She can't always be sneaking around unlocking the storage trunks of unscrupulous merchants, like Rachette did when she first showed her. Apparently the guy was a dick, so she hadn't felt too badly about it.

She listens in fascination to Jim's explanation, green eyes opened wide. "I wish we had that here! I would love to see stories that way, instead of just reading them or being told."