[Ugh, trader, not-trader, whatever. Aubrey rolls her eyes. To her slight credit, she doesn’t point the bat his way again.]

Of course I know how to use it. [She makes a little show of shrugging the shoulder it’s slung over. The wood is weirdly blood-free, all things considered. Aubrey just likes to keep clean.] Why, you think one of your f— campmates [“friends” can be a touchy word, she knows this] is gonna make me demonstrate?

[Somehow she doesn’t want to.]