"Heh..." she simply said, looking down for a moment, as she gave the bottle to Vic. "Me? Mostly forgot about my own childhood. I had a mom and dad, of course, but my dad left us when he was sent to a mission a few days after my...was it 12th birthday? Anyways, was trained under a friend of his, whose name I also somewhat forgotten...and then, probably around when I turned 20 or so, I was drafted into the Republic. Mostly consisting of clones, and some recruits, myself included." She explains. "Can't exactly tell whether that's important here or not. I've honestly never wanted to know..." she had said. "Still though...both military, women...and now, only two people in this bar who could actually give a shit on whether this place lives or dies."