The glass is drawn to Prism as Calen rambles and she nods in response, taking a sip - before immediately making a face and pushing it away, swallowing with a certain amount of concealed distaste. "More alcoholic than I anticipated. I'm afraid I'll need to pass, I'm something of a terrible lightweight." Her own hand reaches for her mug, popping the lid and taking a sip. Calen made cocktails, knowing Amane her coffee's probably from fuck-knows where, hand-ground. Prism had just made machine bought-coffee in the training range, before dumping in one of those five-hour energy things and probably too much sugar - it could only accurately be described as an unholy abomination of caffeine.
Well, to each their own?
Regardless, she reaches for the knife Calen set on the table, turning it over and noting the engravings. "The questions part sounds good - no holds barred, or any limitations? Also, pretty piece of work. You don't see throwing knives in action commonly. I have Hawk's Eye, but if we're going with closer targets, I do have..." she pauses for a moment, digging through her bag to withdraw a simplistic, but well-made slingsho "A bit old, but she's still perfectly viable. Got the ammo, too." A small pouch is dropped next to the slingshot, the clink from within signaling the presence of metal ammunition. "Sounds good for leveling the playing field?"