She grimaced at her overstep, or at least what she considered an overstep... she glanced apologetically at Torin, "I'm not sympathetic, I have no idea what it would be like so it would be hard for me to have sympathy. But regardless of the circumstances of your war injury, that I may not have dealt with it as you have. I don't know if I would have moved on." Her eyes blanked out for a bit<br/><br/>"The Administratum often has it's head up its own ass." Her head sort of shifted back in her armour and her face flushed a bit.<br/><br/>"I mean, they always have some excuse, don't they?" She continue to pace herself down the hallway.<br/><br/>"Actually that's one of the things that I am exploring. Whether I want to be a Hospitaller or not and care for the wounded." She nodded stoically, "But in either case, you can count on me... and not just for bandages and stims." She smiled softly as she thumbed her sword and bolt-gun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>