"You're improving." she laughed, noting the scar and wondering about it briefly. She of all people, however, knew better than to ask about things like that.

Instead, she rolled her eyes and leaned back on her hands as she regarded him. "You military jocks are all the same, so tense you can barely bloody sleep through the night. They tried to do that to me at the Academy, but I fought the power ...rebellious little bitch that I am. I got my yoga, I got my psychotic big brothers, and I got my room with the door no one can open. I actually live in the apartment building on the corner? But me and my bros, we all spend more time here with Ma than we do in our own fucking houses. It's pathetic."