<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Yinnie had subconsciously received his posture and demeanor, her body and feet pointing towards him as she comfortably drifted so seamlessly into conversation with him. She made sure that her retina never left his, staying engaged as a professional wanting to know more about the man that was training them, and perhaps even on a more intimate level. He seemed like a noble guy that meant well. She didn't get an ounce of malevolence from him, which is weird when dealing with military types. She could say in her many years of coming across any who have served in any capacity, they may come off as goofy, or even jerks, but she could always sense that vibe of <i>'Fuck you up for no reason'</i> resonance. But, with Dante... not even a little bit. He seemed disciplined beyond technical. Poised and composed. Like he was always ready but never expecting. Yinnie was a very gifted judgment mediator. She could tell traces about a person's soul from intuition alone. She didn't call it superstition though, just a neural slight that she was born with to be able to derive such things. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">"Well, first and foremost thank you for your service. I'm grateful for you. Secondly, I don't think it's funny at all as it is kinda cute. My family and I would basically have family dinner every weekend since me and my sister were kids. I didn't get into movies and shows until I was about ten. My dad got me <i>hooked</i> on Star Wars and ever since then I would try to vault things and climb like I was some Han Solo or bounty hunter. From there I got into martial arts, and then ballet, and <i>then</i> gymnastics. My twin would always try to be Princess Leia, so my folks thought I would too... nope. Luke and Han were who I roleplayed a lot. Before that I was into comics. Not so much now but I still have a few. Then the marvel movies came out and good lord it was the best of both worlds... annnnd I realize none of this had anything to do with my initial question. I'm so sorry haha." </span><br/>
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She fans herself and shields her eyes from the sun as she looked up into Dante's eyes. She hadn't rambled like that since... She shook her head and cleared her head as she moved a bit closer to him, her official reasoning was that his height could block out the sun. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">"You know, I loved gymnastics for so long.. I had no idea what I wanted to do. Done it all my life, then I got my shot at the Olympics, and fared okay. But it had to be more than being a training drone you know? How would I help people? Reach lives? So, I took that and my martial arts background out of college and moved to LA. I wanted to be a female Batman, instilling hope in little girls they could be anything Hollywood would typecast against. Tough, brutal, precise, cunning. So I become that person behind the shadows, maybe they won't see my face... but they'll see the idea. Oh God Dante that sounds cheesy huh? I have a tendency to muddle wisdom with passion at times haha." </span><br/>
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Hopefully it wouldn't dilute the toughness she was trying to give off, and even if it did she'd most certainly show him close up just exactly why her resume spoke out to most. Olympian, NCAA Division I Athlete, Black Belt in Kickboxing, and just an all around bad ass. Thinking on it, Yinnie started to realize she could probably keep up with Dante in stress situations or fight-or-flight moments, obviously not concerning firearms though.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> "Well, Dante. I look forward to working with you on whatever you have to offer in experience."</span></span>