Setsuna had taken to wandering that afternoon, or perhaps just marching her assembled mini-troll troops. They seemed to think that's what it was as they followed her through the halls of the school, though. She wasn't quite sure, but they seemed to be abuzz with something akin to excitement for some big battle. She thought they were all delusional, really.

She stopped when she saw Blair and his sign, reading it over carefully, thoughtfully. Her head tilted. "What about sharp metal objects?"

It seemed to her that would be a much more effective thing to protest against killing than wooden ones. Although wooden ones took longer to kill with, so maybe it was the humane aspect Blair was concerned with?