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Kara felt a little more doubtful about his chances than Armis seemed to be, but she knew she didn’t have all the variables. In her experience she was hardier than most, but still vulnerable to knives and bullets. The thick bony plates that Armaldo had put her in mind of the heavier forms of body armour, though, so he was probably a tough nut to crack. Whatever it was, it wasn’t her business so she turned her attention back to the other girl.

“Yeah, I lived in the city,” she said, putting the meat down as she talked. “It was… Well, it was normal I guess. I don’t really remember anything else. I started out on the streets, but people throw enough food away to live from and after I beat a few people up word got around and I mostly got left alone. Eventually there were people who would pay me to do, er, guarding and stuff,” she hesitated a bit over this part, not sure if she wanted to tell Armis how much of her various jobs had involved actively going after people to beat up.

“Anyway, I could get enough money and I met some people who didn’t care that I was a weird little girl who could take on dudes trice her size and wore long sleeves in summer,” she shrugged, a little surprised by how wistful thinking about her past was making her. 

“It was… nice I guess. I mean, I got into fights and ate garbage half of the time, but I figured out my own shit, you know?”