[he retrieves his knife, and finds one of the sturdy black flat weights that normally attaches to the bar at the weight bench. The hole in the center is small, but big enough for the blade. He finds a place to prop it up and turns to Ricki]

Yeah, so at port you're probably not gonna have those nice, balanced throwing knives like I learned on. So we'll work with one like this instead. I'm a fan of practicality, I'd bet my left ear you are too. Here, take it.