From behind the dark shades that cover her eyes, Cindy inspects him from head to toe. Impressive size. She's seen bigger, but this isn't the Homelands. He's just a unique looking Mundy to her, nothing to get excited over.

"I need a knife. Small, lightweight with a serrated edge, but just as deadly as a hunting knife. If it can be disguised as something so conspicuous that it's obviously not a knife, the better." Cindy stands with her shoulders back and chin up as she speaks, giving off the aura that she's not willing to answer any questions of why she needs this particular item.