Andromeda listened to the room around her, watching intently as everyone introduced themselves. It was amazing to see the different people, the different stories that could be told sitting in the same room. For so long, Andromeda had viewed herself as a monster, an abomination. However, sitting among kindred spirits, people who were once human and now control impossible abilities, she felt.. at home, in a sense. Not necessarily comfortable around the crew just yet, but a bit more at ease.<br/><br/>It was when Murder questioned the room that she finally felt the need to speak again. The Asgardian was the first to answer, a bit timid in the amount of experience she had. Of course, she did seem to have the least, but Andromeda could only assume that it was the little Asgardian training she'd received that would make the woman deadly. Murder had asked about combat experience and the question could be answered in many ways by Andromeda herself. Combat experience? Well, she was trained extensively in hand to hand combat, weaponry, she was a tactician at heart. However, if he was asking how comfortable they were with taking lives, well.. that was something she could only assume she had more experience in then most. She decided on answering the literal question, not the subliminal one.<br/><br/>"I have extensive training in both hand to hand combat and weaponry. I was also trained as a tactician by several of history's most prominent war generals. Of course, not all of them were good men, but... experience is experience." Andromeda shrugged, a smirk lighting her features to accentuate the fact that she was indeed joking... mostly. She'd been looking at Murder when she'd answered, but now that she'd thrown in her own two cents, she let her eyes scan the room for the next person to answer, curious of the experience of those around her. She could definitely see herself sharing war stories with those around her.