"I don't have any magic," she answers. And that's... technically true. Her eyes flick to the the collection, spotting several bladed implements. "But I guess I should come clean about weapons."

Alita's still salty that Nova had incorporated her beloved Damascus blade into her new body, but she'll grudgingly admit that it does afford easier access. She lifts her arms and gives a flick of her hands. Two blades of a beautiful patterned metal literally form from her forearms.

"You're organic, right?" He certainly seems to all appearances to be.