[He glances down at the sword, sneers, and then returns it to the wall where he found it. Turning back toward her, he sets his hand on his hip, looking irritated at both the fact that he still hasn't found another piece of weaponry that he liked and because she basically told him he was being dumb.]
Well then, Ms. Know-It-All, what would you suggest.
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Well then, Ms. Know-It-All, what would you suggest.