Sonja's hair is loose, for now, and she runs her gloved free hand through it to keep the wind from pushing it to the wrong angle. It'll have to be tied back later, but for now, this is fine. Mildly, she proffers the bow she brought for examination--just a look.

"I usually use a sword. But I picked this charmer up recently for its modifications--it's set on an assault rifle's body, and this bit's for grenades. Figure she'll do?"

(All weapons are female, in Sonja's vocabulary.)