Anna nods appreciatively. "Yes, thank you, sir." But at the same time she's uncomfortable; there aren't many but there are enough scars on her legs for people to ask questions. And anyway, she's never worn skirts shorter than ankle length before. But she doesn't let it get to her and instead takes off running up the canyon. She's a fairly decent athlete, having spent much of her childhood climbing trees and running and swimming up rivers. But that's different than sprinting up a canyon in the heat of summer, and by her return lap she is panting. But she keeps running. She's learned to never quit, and once she gets used to the ache in her feet and ribcage she can go for hours.