Zandra huffed, and sat looking at him from behind her helmet. 'Just training...' she thought. Then grabbed a cup, might as well have a drink. Sighing she spoke, "I don't care what you do, just don't do that one again." Zandra had lost both of her parents and had since lived alone. Scott was the first person she had truly interacted with for quite some time. She rested her head on her hand, sliding her cup over with her other hand.