Brayden blushed at Kyza's remarks about the adult section. That kind of thing wasn't appropriate, especially in such times. Brayden shook her head a bit at the thought of it and returned her mind to martial arts. There was so much to think about. Preferably Brayden wouldn't like making herself any smaller against an opponent than she already clearly was. He would teach her things but Brayden felt the fear climb up her spine as she thought seriously on just what the training would be like. She'd read about how, in the old days of martial arts, only a handful of students ever emerged from training alive and, in desperate times like this, there weren't any good medical facilities or any such things to care for Brayden in case the worst were to happen. Sure she had the ship's medical bay but that was, at best, a study turned into an operation room. And Brayden was probably the only one in the group with the slightest incling of surgical technique or anything like that.