Sister Naser blinked, her head slightly cocked to the side, her eyes tracking to Torin's elbow. She pursed her lips for a bit and her brow furrowed. She noticed the fascinating angle in which he held his arm. She looked at her own armored arm and cautiously made the same angles. She then approached Torin and sent her arm on a collision course with his arm, knocking elbows together. Perhaps this was some sort of warrior-to-warrior "getting to know you" ritual from his world. She hoped that the ensuring conversation would reveal that world to her and their strange warrior codified rituals. She nodded to him, her blue eyes in a grim acknowledgement of his supposed warrior code but still hesitant that this was the end of the ritual, that maybe it was yet to be complete and there was more complex symbolism and body movements involved.<br/><br/>"We shall." She smiled at him and knocked elbows again for good measure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>