Interesting was one word for it, considering how sweaty and banged up he was. Also, the fact that his clothes were old, ill-fitting, found in a dusty pile of junk, and his hair was too long to be even remotely practical.

"Its functions?"

Zero looked down at the knife in his hand, assuming that it was what Vivian was referring to. It was the only thing he'd been focused on for the past several hours, so his mind was on a single track right now.

"These are designed for close quarters combat, optimal with covert tactics. On its own, its range loses out to longer blades, but it serves well as a concealed weapon."