"It's not you," she answered.

With a shrug, she reached up to undo the clasps on the front of her breastplate, working it off as she watched him go for his knives. Armor didn't feel fair, in this instance, either, and she really didn't want to see it ruined as part of a game, so stripping down to the shirt she'd put on under leather and scale seemed the only logical option. Setting it down on top of her sword, she moved to join him, straightening slowly, stretching idly, before relaxing. A gesture towards the door followed. "After you, then."