"Yes," she whispered in response to being asked about being deflowered.  "I know.  No one ever thinks that.  I'm young, I'm attractive, I should have men lining up around the block for a chance at me, right?  But I don't.  I'm too busy trying to protect my city - save my people - that I don't have time for much outside the Legion, and as for my fellow Legionnaires...gender is drummed out of our heads with a vengeance during basic training.  The drill instructors make<em>sure</em>of it, that gender never enters into the equation of the heads of the men."  It...it made sense, in a very twisted sort of way.  While just as capable, women weren't always seen as soldiers, and habits of ages past died hard.  Men might die, good men, trying to rescue a woman not because she was powerful or anything like that, but because she was a woman.<br/><br/>It was pretty twisted, though, and had its issues.  "Okay.  I'll try and be honest about what I don't know in the future," she replied, 'eep'ing once more to the last slap, and then she laid her head down on Yifa's bosom, ready to go to sleep.