Fallon tips her head to the merchant, muttering under her breath about government bastards ignoring the common man's plight.  She eyes the town's jagged silhouette, the meager huts, and things about what kind of coward takes advantage of a country decimated by war to form a band of brigands and cutthroats.  "I want to help these people," she says to herself, close enough for Senna to hear, but maybe not the man to whom she speaks.