Vapid.
Ribs showing. Really? Girl, put some meat on.
Big knife? Seriously? I had to look twice to figure out where it was hidden.
Bowie? No . . . let me think . . . no, I think it's more like a Claidheamh Mòr (Claymore, if you prefer). Yeah, that's the ticket.
Did I mention vapid? 'Cuz . . . damn.
And the sheath is turned the wrong way . . . there's no way she has a decent grip to deploy that thing.
And vapid, in case I didn't say so before.
