[She listens carefully, picking around some hunks of what she thinks is chicken. It could be some other pheasant, but Raven doesn't care. It's roasted and the skin on it is crispy. She isn't questioning the food right now, not when it seems safe over all.

Weapons on the other hand? She can understand where he's coming from, and she's not surprised he's packing.]

I can't believe they've never heard of guns. [Of course she doesn't know about the Station, yet, but she's not really looking forward to what she has to offer.]

There's another court though-- the imp said something about a war. Think Clark or any of the others could be there? [It's a start at least.]