I'm very sure the girl in this story in particular didn't have any weapons in her basket, so that stands a fact before it even starts.

[The dog barked, remaining in the basket spoken of which made it doubly difficult to believe it held any sort of weapons at the moment either. Still, Alice peered down just enough from her floating perch to spot who was speaking, a hand on the book to save where she had stopped for the moment.]

I suppose these- [She lifted a foot to show off the boot on it a little better.] -don't exactly count as slippers either, but I imagine are far more comfortable.

[Made for walking and running.]