[she shakes her head, sympathetic.]

My spear was confiscated just like your sword... and everyone else's weapons, too. Our captors must have themselves a very fine armory by now.

[she swaps her poker to her right hand, slips a dagger made from a sharpened butter knife out of her coat pocket, and holds it out to him, handle-first.]

Here. Borrow this. It's no sword, but it'll serve you better than nothing.