Mira's good with knives. Axes? Not so much. In fact, she doesn't think they even touched the things outside of survival school. Maybe in improvised weapons seminar? She certainly can't dredge up a distance formula for rotations from memory, and the man trying to explain things to her doesn't seem to know one, either. Or to have ever been in an actual fight, but she's getting used to that. Fortunately, she sees a solution to this problem out of the corner of her eye, about 210 centimeters, surly, and already tossing axes, so she makes polite noises at the employee until he wanders off.

"Aleifr!" If a Fenrisian isn't as good with an axe as a Cadian is with a gun, everything she knows about the universe is wrong. "Good thing you're here. I don't want to pick up any bad habits."

Most people would not treat a restaurant with axe target throwing as combat training, but this is Mira we're talking about.