Aria's eyes fell forward to gaze at the door as Cronic mentioned the past. Before they met, the shop was lonely and eerily silent most of the time. All the war child needed was some interaction with someone normal, or normal-ish, that knew how a world outside of battle worked.

"Been fighting the Dominion since I was a kid, hows about that for a bedtime story?" Aria started, "Killed everyone I know, burned our homes to the ground, and I got drafted into the Imperial Resistance... I can still feel mom's cold arms around me some nights, keeping me away from the Thalmor's blades... Heh, I could tell you the whole tale, but you would probably fall asleep about ten minutes in. I remember it all like it was yesterday... What about you?"