Grenn rubbed a hand over her face. Mentally unsound, at least in some way. Wonderful.

Her muscles tensed, and Grenn felt her right index finger jerk. She stared down at it, surprised to realise... They had trained them to stand in front of an armed opponent and wave their own weapon, at the least. But both her body and mind had apparently learned the lesson well, when it was taught when Lyra took on her that ill-fated cruise.

Of course, physical defense couldn't always protect you. She hoped, if it would be necessary, all her defenses would hold. Until then, he would be nothing more than a guy who thought her incapable because she 'lacked' legs. Nobody special.

"I... Thanks." Grenn shook her head, uncertain what you said to something like that. "Hopefully it won't matter?" She felt a nervous smile slip over her lips and gave a miniscule shrug