Torin took the Sister's hand, allowing her to pull him up. Flashing her a triumphant grin, he dusted himself off and looked up at her.<br/><br/>"So, how'd I do?" He asked, pausing briefly to glance over at the Techpriest.<br/><br/>"I think the fact that I managed to fire it at all without being turned into paste speaks for itself, tin-man. At least I don't need expensive bracing servos to handle the kick." He sardonically replied, arching an eyebrow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>