"I'm training to be one," [i]Alyssa replied, looking Treyman over. To her, Treyman looked like a walking armory, loaded to the brim with weaponry Alyssa only dreamed of affording. She absentmindedly rubbed her light, olive skin, admittedly a little weirded out by his radical appearance; she'd never before seen an exoskeleton, neither has she seen a mask like the one Treyman bore.[/i]