"Thank ye," the incident wasn't new and the scars healed. Didn't mean the Beast liked recalling the times when she was prey being hunted, whether in Arcadia or the Hedge. "Heh, couldn't hurt to have a good one. Gots mine from a motor bike shop. Tis less conspicous then knight armor, heh...wherever ye can buy that. Oh, less odd the hocky pads, heh," the example was getting away from Morgan.
Morgan could see a lot that went wrong there. Her past and present profession/hobby made it obvious to her eyes that Sera was a novice. Still good for a novice. She clapped her hands in applause to Sera: "Good, heh, work. Deduction that ye art nary an athlete, heh. Good for a novice," wait, that sounded rude didn't it. Morgan tried to recover, "And, uh, heh-heh, nay despair at skill difference. Running and dodging twas, heh, what I did and do best. Heh, how I survived so tis why I do well, heh," then she got a thoughtful look on her face. With a hum of agreement to Sera's suggestion of practice she nodded, "Training thine body tis, heh, a good way to prepare the ultimate final resort. This," Morgan sounded quite serious now, "Tis a universal tactic of grand import. Remember to use it when plans fail. Ultimate final resort: run away!" and seriousness was replaced with a gleeful laugh.
She tilted her head in thought. "Fireproof, heh, paint? Nary thought to look into that. Probably tis though mayhaps cost prohibitive. Like the dub--erk, heh, mean the sonic cannon thing, heh. Yay, sonic cannon, not anything else...nary work on eardrums made of fire anyway, thine song shalt do more Imma sure."
"Oh, heh, too bad. About the ventroliquist thing that tis. Heh, guess boombox decoy tis option," she folded her arms and nodded, "lo I can give ye a few pointers on thine movements. May, heh, help," then she shook her head, "most certain I should not take ye a floor up to try and teach landing rolls...maybe pretend on ground floor tis better?"