She stays still for a moment, like a deer that's heard something, but no one emerges from the darkness. Eventually she moves over to the case of some ancient Chinese blades and tip-toes over the glass on the floor. She takes them one at a time, weighing them in her hands until she finds one she likes the balance of.

"That wax figure has socks," she says, pointing to a diorama of an Ainu family. She hobbles over and rips the sock off, wrapping it around her heel so she doesn't have to limp not to track blood. The balls of her feet stay bare, which will help her not slip around on the marble floor. "Take a knife. You might need it to open things or cut up our clothes for material."

Or stab someone, but she doesn't say that. They're clearly in the section on Asian culture, and Venus walks over to a figure of a samurai warrior. Someone's already taken most of the armor off, but not the chest-piece - maybe it was a bad size.

She unstraps it and brings it over to Kankri. "Here. Wear this. Could save your life."