Emma is still getting used to Qunari, but hey. She's met taller things in her lifetime. Compared to Anton, The Iron Bull isn't that tall at all. Compared to her, though... well, maybe. She's not going to admit it out loud, though.

She doesn't startle, though, it's true. In fact these days she can get so lost in her head it seems almost impossible to startle her, because she'd have to be alert enough for it. This time she doesn't because she can hear him coming, turning enough to spot him before he gets the chance to speak.

"I don't want to swing one so much as I want to have one," she answers bluntly. Practice is nice but what she wants is something to defend herself, and she doesn't have the money to buy herself one yet. "But if you're offering I won't say no." Maybe trying her hand at the drills David taught her will help her keep her mind focused. Something she needs desperately these days.