"I usually ignore those. I prefer to cook my own meals. This one? Attempted to hold up a shop, then ran off when the owner blasted him with a shotgun. Then he came back with some little girl, threatening to kill her if the owner didn't open the safe. Fuсker slit her throat and ran off in terror again. He thought he could use the Dojo as a hiding spot. ...I needed some practice. That's all." [i]The woman would say with a deathly serious tone, before maintaining a releasing pose, looking up at down at the smuggler. Her helmeted head would loon upon him, staring at him silently before speaking.[/i] "What about it? You don't look like the melee type. And you're certainly not here to chat with some soldier that probably thinks she's some innocent soul who's flying up to heaven. So speak."