Whatever it is, the light she can produce is warm and somehow comforting. Not thretening at all. But he can imagine how it might be made a weapon against something like a vampire, or even a Hollow.

"You need to learn to aim," he says, before sliding away from her to move toward the bathroom door, headed for the kitchen. "If you don't want to just get rid of that altogether, you need to learn to aim. Is apple cider alright? It's all I've got, I really don't drink a lot of juice."