Anita watched Ken finger his gloves, noting the glint of metal that poked from within them. Fancy stuff, that. Anita had had a hard enough time learning to use her sword, never mind whipping out some odd finger blades. Had Ken mentioned it, Anita would have agreed enthusiastically on the need for a 'security blanket' that could also double as an effective defense against real-life bogymen. "I think you're safe so long as you don't act like one."

Anita gestured one-handed to the inside of Ken's new room, pointing at the closet. "Well, first thing's first. That will give you pretty much anything you can think of, so long as you expect it to do so."