"I understand that hesitance perfectly," she says. "The only thing stopping me from using my real name is... well, names from my true home are remarkably on the nose. Lucia is not the worst translation."

She sighs, putting one hand on her own rapier. Which, she realizes, no one has actually commented on; it's as invisible as her... ponyness. "Keeping in fencing practice would seem like an excellent idea... if I thought relying on a sword would be a good idea for me. My talents in the, ah, new after hours activities run in a different direction."

She looks up and smiles. "If you're more comfortable on the frontline maybe we should go together."