Knocking his elbow against hers, Torin smiled, and led her on. He assumed that the gesture was either a misinterpretation of the arm-locking he'd attempted, or possibly even some local custom from wherever she originated.<br/><br/>"So, if you don't mind my curiosity, whereabouts are you from, what's it like to be a Sister of Battle, and what brings you to our humble craft?" He asked pleasantly, looking up at her face. As unflattering as her haircut was, she was actually fairly pretty, he was pleased to discover - so at least he'd be getting to know another pretty face, rather than the scarred, battered Sisters he'd seen in the past.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>