...Well.  How rude.  Small-minded, as well, and he clearly liked to hear himself talk...  Sighing silently, Ellen shook her head a little, and waited for an opportunity to correct the man.  Going on about how Wizards could do Telekinesis as well, and also fly (which was something she could do, too...), shoot fireballs, put on a big, flashy show...<br/><br/>Assumed she was psionic?  And then from there, he went on to assume she was some Sorceress.  It was about at the point that he accused her of having a Paladin Uncle that she decided enough was enough.  Standing up from the seat that she had politely sat down in, she walked forward.<br/><br/>...And continued to walk forward, not letting the desk stop her.  She simply walked right through it, until she was standing directly in front of the man, hands on her hips, and the upper half of her body sticking up out of the desk quite noticeably.<br/><br/>"Actually,"  She cut in, taking the chance to make things abundantly clear.  "My uncle wasn't the one who died.  I can fly, too, and I guarantee I've got better maneuverability in the air than some Wizard with a Fly spell.  I also know how to wear heavy armor, and use a shield, which I know arcane spellcasters can't manage without metamagic.  And in addition to that, I can do healing,<em>and</em>I'm good with people."<br/><br/>And turning back around, she returned to her seat.<br/><br/>"I also need the money."  She admitted, sitting back down.  "I'm legally dead, so they won't let me take care of my own kids, and whatever steady jobs I could find out there wouldn't let me support the orphanage they're at nearly as well as participating in the Games would.  If you think this is a waste of time, then I can just leave now and try some other city.  But if not, then I would appreciate not being talked down to like I was some sheltered housewife."