I Just Need A New Sword (Vix)

The blond, Tabitha, looked over, raising an eyebrow. She was indeed, as usual, wearing her camp shirt, but today had opted for shorts because of the heat. Pushing a curl out of her eyes, she sighed. "Okay? Type and material?" she asked, reaching for his arm and if allowed, snatching it to measure it for the length of his sword. "Also going to need what sort of balance you like. I can get you a temporary replacement while I work on a better one." she said, her eyes focused on her work as he measured and scribbled down on a notepad.