She smirks, a smile creeping from the side of her lips. "My customs are much different then yours, I see. I come from a far away planet, Barton Prime, a war-like place, desert dunes, un-bearably hot. I may look of a human, but I'm a Barton, and we have quirks. Fertility, resistance to poisons, drugs, alcohol, enhanced senses and strength, speed, agility, pain-bearing, the like. Nothing big." She smirks, pulling a fat cigar from her satchel and having her robot light it with the robot's flaming sword. "Thanks Ada." "No problem," the robot drones. She smokes the cigar, smoke moving from between her lips, continuing to talk to the man. "I want into the Dojo."