Hey now! Just because Pinya is bubbly and likes to drink and smile doesn't mean she's a fool!

Leon would be sure to find this out in due time, though Pinya suspected he had already decided how he felt about her and what she was capable of.

Eh, let him think what he wants, all's the better for surprising people later.

"In my unfortunately large well of experience, they're never that Docile," she sighs, "Better to be prepared for a fight than assume we'll have the advantage of surprise." She immediately flips to another page of her journal and sketches out a crude image of a head of some sort with poorly drawn antlers.

Sue her, she's a botanist and an alchemist, not an artist.

"Charging, kicking and spearing," she lists off, continuing to draw the godawful approximation of a deer.
"Stay away from the horns at all costs, even blunt bone can pierce skin with enough force," she circles the head.
"They'll rear and smack you silly with the hind legs too, so in general unless you've got a shield or you've got a death wish, don't go for the behind either," she drags her pen neatly in an X over the butt.

"So that leaves ranged attacks and the flank," she finishes.