[i]"Well... I'm not good at fighting... But I am a good healer... Sorta. Trying at least. And that's a decent start."[/i] [b]A simple smile spread across her lips as she looked to Treyman with a face full of slight pride. What she lacked in offense, she made up for in defense.[/b]

"The support to the brash offence, respectable position and that's from the mouth of an offence." Jack put it into terms used by various gaming circuits of New Terra and even some military commanders, as it was just easier fir him to relate to, and he hoped to possibly see if the stranger picked up on it. Highly unlikely though if she did, she'd get bonus points in Treymsn's book. "If you ever needed someone to teach you how to handle yourself in a fight, come speak to me at the Dojo just up the hill."

[i]"Thank you... I might have to take you up on that offer."[/i] [b]She gives a warm blink, and head bow in gratitude. This man was of course, interesting... In a way... He was incredibly overwhelming, almost giving off an aura of authority and prowess.[/b] [b]And in that way, he dwarfed her in magnitude. There was just something about him that made her feel... Strange. Like he could easily bring the world to an end. Maybe there was more to him than what she saw, but she couldn't put a finger on it.[/b] [i]"I guess... I owe you more than thanks, though... I appreciate the hospitality... I'll make sure to repay one day."[/i]

That little aura she was picking up on was a façade of cockiness that concealed several years of experience and skill on the man, who was only the age of twenty seven at the time. God knows how long he's been serving with his military outfit. He gave a smile that seemed genuine yet overconfident as he stood from the bench beneath the two of them, and one of his hands, the right, was extended outwards to Chloe. "If you want to train, we should do it in the Dojo. Far better space to do it then here."

[i]"Right now...?"[/i] [b]She asked, sounding incredulous. In her current state she'd last maybe... Five seconds... Give or take depending on the scenario.[/b] [b]Then again, he could have just wanted to shake her hand... So she placed the gentle palm of her own into his, her skin strangely soft and comforting.[/b]

The soft hand was a welcome change of pace from the dirt and callouses that typically came with most people, though it told him that she hadn't done all that much with her hands, like hold a blade or fire a gun. He shook her hand and retracted his own arm as he put either on his belts' gear, the left resting in between a pair of revolvers with his thumb between the cloak and belt while the other was resting atop the bottom of the upside down sword hilts. "Whenever you'd like to."