Even though Kylo Ren was less a person to her and more an imposing mass of billowing dark colors and that flat, snout-like mask she could almost hear the infernal gears turning in his head. She could feel his gaze boring into her with intent she could scarcely fathom. Chise swallowed dryly in her mouth to stop herself from shuddering. Ren was the sort to pounce on any perceived insult or weakness like a starving animal, she was learning. Maybe with just flippant criticisms for now but she wasn't in the mood to test those limitations.

"Weapons?"

That caught her off guard. It had been obvious from the beginning that her new teacher had plans for her that aligned with what it was Snoke was up to. Something like actual combat had never occurred to her, but she was used to being taught under the assumption that she was rather delicate.

"I only know how to use a knife," She answered honestly but maybe not being handled as if she were enfeebled could be an interesting change of pace, "But not in a real fight."

Not that she really wanted to get into fights.