[i]Alyssa gulped, reading Treyman's body language; she saw that she'd disappointed the man/machine in some way, and inwardly beat herself up forward—a thing she did a lot. She nodded at his words of advice, her near photographic memory noting it. She backed away, ready for another go, gripping the hardlight blade tightly with two hands this time. She took a deep breath, shifting her stance to the most balanced.[/i]