Netty stood, slouching slightly against the wall, watching the man. Setting his things aside and picking up her blade she watched him demonstrate it's new found sharpness. It wasn't necessary for him to bleed to prove it was sharp, she trusted his work, but he seemed to want to make sure she understood and she did. With a nod she took it from him with a "thanks" and strapped it back to her left hip. The large blade fitting comfortably there, it felt good to have it back. The smaller one, attached to her right thigh now had it's companion. She had felt unbalanced all day and her left hip naked. Now she was whole, sort of.<br/><br/>He made a comment on the weather and she looked outside not really believing in things like bad omens, or bad things to come but then he mentioned her parents and that brought her back. She immediately straightened herself and her jaw clenched slightly. For some reason she was okay mentioning her parents death, never discussing the details, or talking about her parents when they were alive, but when other people mentioned it, it irked her for some reason. Someone once made a tiny jab at her mother's death and she broke most of the bones in that mans face and got a good kick to his ribs before she was viciously pulled off him. She wasn't mad with Pontius for saying anything it just wasn't something she often brought up... ever.<br/>"And don't worry, I'm always safe. Remember, I can see everything."<br/><br/>At his comment on Detta rolled her eyes a bit.<br/>"Our wonderful Field Marshall justifying-ly beat the hell out of a scout who screwed up... it involved reavers and two of our guys getting infected, I think. I just saw from a window and it didn't look pretty. I'm surprised the boy could walk... or hear when she was finished with him. I'm going to have to go in and clean up his mess and remind everyone that trackers and scouts are useful. "<br/>She sighed slightly knowing it was true. Netty wasn't the most highest ranking tracker or the best but she was damn skilled and had been quickly making her way to the top for some time. Most of her training had been with an Elite, or overseen directly by him. Something she was extremely proud of, it also meant that if she ever screwed up it'd be more than Detta chewing her ass out and beating her.<br/><br/>Netty took a peek outside and then decided to brave the weather. She wanted to pay respects to her family. Seeing a scout screw up hard when it involved reavers made her think of her father, and how he died - which just sent a chill through her veins.<br/>"Thanks again Iron Hands, you are the best, I owe you one. You let me know and I'll get ya back for something."<br/>She muscled a small smile and  patted him on the arm. With that she pulled her hood back over her head and made her way towards the grave yard which had too many bodies that didn't die from old age in it.<br/>