[Finally, someone useful! That does help take the edge off, even if it's little more than the light brush of sandpaper to a finely honed knife. Masamune crosses his arms and looks her over for a second before nodding his approval. Fit enough to carry things, that's good enough for him right now.]

There were some kind of - [His eye narrows a bit as he tries to think of the best way to describe this thing that sure didn't exist in his era.] - long, wooden stools further in. [Benches.] They looked heavy enough to keep our friend out there on his side of the wall. For a few minutes.

[Long enough to find some kind of makeshift weapons, which is probably higher on his list of priorities than it should be. But a dragon's no good without his claws.]