Just a mere mortal without any fancy powers, but yeah, I’m pretty good in a fight.

[Maybe moreso before, y’know, losing her arm. She’s determined to keep sharp once she’s fully back on her feet, though. Speaking of, a pause as she takes another sip of that drink. Her fingers drum a little thoughtfully against the bottle once she sets it back down.]

It kind of makes sense she’d grab people like us though, doesn’t it? I mean, with as dangerous as it is here, we need a group who can handle it all.