Deja moved closer to Abraham and slowly moved her hand down to feel the blade, but stopped just short. She raised her head toward Abraham in question. "May I feel your .... Fury, sir Abraham?" She wouldn't have caught the nod that Abraham had done whilst speaking with her, nor the awkwardness of her friend Tai Yang. Yet she turned her head towards him as she waited for Abrahams answer.

"May I ask, whom has trained you? I heard your battle and understand that it went smoothly. Please, tell me, what do you consider yourself sir?" She had no idea that Tai Yang or Abraham were just as human as she, but that did not matter. In her world blood and expertise had always meant more than species or race.