Eight shook her head. "No, but I have seen some of our officers wield such weapons. I would not be worthy of owning a weapon like this." In fact, she feels a little flummoxed that he is offering to even touch the thing. Curiosity eventually wins over manners and she gingerly and very graciously accepts holding onto the blade.

Her hands carefully balance the blade, feeling that each point was a center of balance, somehow. Like the sword itself was responding to how she was holding it. The craftsmanship was immaculate. Even the handle and hilt was made to exacting standards. She felt she could go her entire life and never again see a blade like this.

Slowly and casually she took a slow swing with the blade. Though she wasn't especially trying the blade moved smoothly. She was not a swordswoman in the least, but she felt like even she would be mistaken for competent. With one last twirl she presented the blade back to Edge.

"Thank you. I am honored that you would bestow upon me this gift of touching this."