Picking up the stiletto, Isis turned it around in her hand, examining it as if she were about to purchase a new instrument. The sharpness of the blade did not escape her notice, and as she laid it back on the table, she was careful to handle it in a way that would prevent her from getting cut. She was grateful for such a kindness from him, and it made her feel a bit more at ease with him, even with his rather stoic way about things.
"I am more inclined to think that someone would want me dead than to believe there will be a loving family missing me for these past five years," she finally said, her eyes drifting back to the fire," I don't know what would warrant someone wanting to put me into the ground, but...if I had a family, they would have been looking for me, maybe even have found me, by now. I would have at least heard of them looking for someone by my description by this point and time."
Isis sighed, eyeing the remainder of the items. Frankly, tobacco was a nasty thing that she never really wanted to deal with. Even if she didn't use it, she didn't like it, but if it would aid her in her journey, then she would do what she had to with it.
"I have used smaller weapons before with various dances that I have preformed, though never in combat," Isis continued," I know how to use them though. I've just never really had the opportunity to use them, as I've said. I tend to avoid fights it I can."
A small smile came to her face. The biggest fight she had ever had, had been a cat fight with another dancer. For the life her she couldn't remember what the fight had been over in the first place, probably some spot in a show, but the end result hadn't been good for either one involved. Her opponent had gotten a black eye and a few broken bones while she had been made to spend time in jail.
She had learned her lesson after that incident.
"Thank you though," she finally said," I do appreciate this. There aren't many people out there who would help someone they only just met."