[ It's Roland, she belatedly realises, what he reminds her of. She always liked him best, at least, when it came to discussing matters calmly. But in a all too practised way, she files the information away on some larger database that she labels after him to be examined later.

Even if this is strange, not like weapons training was anything people on Pandora had. They didn't respect their weapons because they didn't care about living, or dying. He treats them seriously, carefully, considerate, no explosions and sick air guitar solos. Stifles that giggle, focus, Angel, stop trailing off when she's meant to be learning. ] I can work on that. [ Because there's no appear about, she knows that someone her build will never truly match someone his size or strength if it was just them. Especially when she feels like she barely comes up to his elbow.

It's just not the only thing that wins a fight, thankfully. ] Another thing... most of uh... my kind. We have a particular affinity for elements. But they can be quite literally explosive. Is there somewhere I could test that, where I won't hurt anyone? [ Gestures around the room and there are far too many flammable things, like people for instance, around. Pauses, gazing over it all briefly then draws herself back, adding for safeties sake. ] I wrote a program of Miss Cathaway, for these, she had my control collar too if you need it. [ her fingers lift, tapping the metal grates grafted to her skull. ] It should give a warning if anything goes wrong ahead of time. So I shouldn't uhm, melt anyone by mistake.

[ She needs to find a new way to explain that, that doesn't sound awful. ]