"Depends how much I'm thinking about them," she admits. "Let's see--"

Steve gave her a whole lecture-- several whole lectures, in fact-- on variable tensile strength as it relates to how she can please avoid punching holes in expensive equipment with her tentacles. Not much of it stuck, but...

The sound of white sword hitting grey, edge to edge, is a slightly higher, clearer version of what you might hear if Val's sword were metal; neither weapon comes away marked. She looks proud of the accomplishment. "There," she says, satisfied. "Got it."