[Soon enough, Pidge realized that something was up... most notably in the form of the feather-like knives soaring through the air to sink into a small handful of the smaller ones. Pidge blinked a couple of times, and quickly looked around, because as nice as the gesture was, she couldn't help being curious about the one responsible.

Especially when chances were just as high that the responsible one would be inclined to turn those knives on her, next. Her task was made all the easier moments later, by the simple inquiry, and her head tilted curiously at the boy for a moment.]

Still trying to figure that out, if I'm being honest. I'd ask you the same, but you seem to be handling yourself, at least.