[Filtered to Barge Women (sans Sylvanas)]

Ladies.

I've got a friend who's desperately in need of some new clothing. If any of you have seen Sylvanas lately, she needs more than just a leather jacket and a pair of pants. So I have a favor to ask you: do any of you have extra clothes you wouldn't mind lending out? She's stuck in her new body until further notice and isn't really prepared for it. Anything you could give would help.

You'll get it back within a month.

[Private to Anya]

I need to speak with you about your training.

[Private to Abigail]

We'll start today.

How the hell does this ship not have any exterior weapons? Even the sunken wrecks had cannons, and it is a sad day when a broken schooner is better defended than we are.

[Is Beatrix annoyed? Yes, Beatrix is quite annoyed – at the Kraken, at the Barge, and especially at the lunatic on the bridge who decided any of that port was a good idea.]

Apparently the Admiral does not understand the phrase "Use it or lose it." It's not often twisted into "Use it and I'll take it away for no discernible reason."

I want to spar. Normally I could do this without involving anyone else and without risking any injury or destruction to property, but seeing as we no longer have the CTS I'll have to do it the old-fashioned way. [The screen flashes from Beatrix's face to the room around her. The gym has been stripped down basically to treadmills and elliptical machines so there's at least there's plenty of space. When the feed focuses on her again, she gives a terse, small smile although her eyes are cold.]

I'll be here all day. Come try and beat the shit out of me.

So. Angels, aliens, mutants, magicians, vampires, motherfucking superheroes and a few I've got to be missing. It's getting tough to ignore exactly who our fellows are.

It's got me a little curious. How many of us are warriors? In the handful of weeks I've been here I've seen everything from bruised knuckles to plate-mail, so I figure there's no shortage of fighters around which means no shortage of fighting styles. Following up on that, one more question: How many of us – or of you – might be willing to share your knowledge? A girl can never know too much self-defense.

[It's a sorry excuse for a supplication like that, and she amends it.]

Whatever your preferred weapon or style, please, I'd like to learn. Anyone who'd take on a student or a not-entirely-green sparring partner, I'll offer you a trade. You show me what you know, and I'll be your punching bag.