Ashana watched Darion closely as he spoke, observing the signs, knowing the body language. He wanted to make a point to her as well, the soap drawing her attention down. He was well built, as she knew most ex-alliance marines tended to be. She observed his scars, and felt an unsettling in her stomach as her gaze passed over them. She could feel the scars she now bore, small as they were. They were a connection to another world now, and this new world of unending combat and violence had left its mark on her, one that she could never erase.<br/><br/>She looked at Darion, serious now.<span style="color: darkorchid">Does it ever bother you?</span>She asked, watching him carefully.<span style="color: darkorchid">This kind of fighting? How do you deal with it?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>