You and I are, says the way he points wordlessly first to her and then the center of his chest - distinctly unimpressed with the justification.

"Just because you are accustomed to the business doesn't mean they ought to be acquainted with it. And if they are," he mumbles, fetching a glance over his shoulder back to the tents. "Then all the more reason not to arm them."

No telling what some half wild child from the street might do with a blade.

(She might know though, wouldn't she?)