"...No. Well, yes. A lot of things have pissеd me off recently." [i]The military commander would sigh, as a simple nod would be her final response towards Aveline, at least for the time. The redheaded Freya would approach the target's stationed position, gripping the metal shaft of her training trident as she would rip the weapon from it's straw sheath, tattered pieces of the rugged material splitting from the force and the sharpened edges. Freya would then let the weapon slide through her palms as she would study Aveline quietly, before responding.[/i] "...I'm sorry for studying. Have we met before? Freya Trayven." [i]While her handshake, of which was offered towards the woman, was genuine.. she seemed much too tired to be commandeering at the time.[/i]