Ah... I'm not really a professional at it, but I can hold my own when I really need to! Though... that was when I was with the Misfits and usually when we cheated some, but I guess that's not important here.

[ She lapses into silence again, a contemplative look is on her face. The bigger cuts on her hands throb and she runs her fingertips over them. They feel rougher than her lightly calloused palms, made less soft by years of training on acoustic guitar. ]

Guess it couldn't hurt to be better though. I don't wanna have to use it, but... just in case.