Oona shrugs...she never would have considered herself pretty, not growing up among humans like she did...powerful warrior on the other hand. "All our tribe learn to fight from a young age...if you're not good at it..." she shrugs "Well, you might live, but it's not a life our kind would choose." she says. "I have no great deeds to boast of, but I am skilled, yes.." she says "What you speak of seems strange to me...but if I got to fight it wouldn't matter how strange the reasons are...."