"...S-Sorry?" [i]The Sister of Battle's tone was far from furious or anger, but it was filled with a strange confusion, and yet a gratitude, while also being muffled by her black helmet. Her body was sprawled against the Dojo's concrete flooring and lightly shaded grass, her back bent as she looked up at Vance in a sitting position. Victoria groaned, rising up and slinging her Bolter around her body as she stumbled over to Vance.[/i] "There...isn't a thing that you should be sorry about, sir. That was...well, kind of you, to bother sacrificing your well-being for...well, erm.. Never mind me, we should find a place for the boy to rest." [i]Victoria stopped speaking, stuttering those last words out as she pried her helmet off: short, bleach white hair was released from the containment of her helmet, curly at the ends, as she looked upon Vance worryingly. Victoria looked...young, for a woman with quite the combat experience: her skin was a light pale color, yet slightly tanned. Her face was smooth and not exactly angular or round, while she didn't bear any makeup at all: then again, soldiers didn't exactly wear makeup. Her eyes were a light sapphire in color, like a clear lake's view, yet filled with a sadness that Vance was perhaps familiar with.[/i] "I'm not familiar with this place at all...what is this place? And it's inhabitants?"