Elisa watched the exchange quietly, not entirely sure of what was going on. The massive woman seemed to be almost… glad to be taken prisoner, something that made no sense to her whatsoever. However, since there was very little about the situation that made sense to her, so this was merely one more thing in a growing world of confusion. Shaking it off, she considered the Commander’s question to her, tapping her chin in consideration.<br/><br/>“The accent is familiar, yes.” She finally concluded. “I’ve heard something similar from the older Dragoons, those who were a part of their first generations that appeared form out of nowhere. Do you think they could be connected?” There was an obvious distaste in her voice, one that she didn’t try to hide.<br/><br/>“While I’m here, sir…” She continued, glancing around. “Permission to speak freely?”<br/>