Safety and peace were never something that Aria felt, having grown up beaten and beating to get her where she needed to be and how far she'd gotten. She was a woman which made her unusual in this age, and even stranger was the fact that she beat Warriors without being part of the program herself; she was human. Having watched her partner drop further than her and begin to carnage that came with the vampire blood in his system she wondered - not for the first time - if he ever craved blood like a vampire did. The Program had always been a strange thing to her and she'd seen the difference between them and regular soldiers since she interacted with them all on a daily basis because of her duties when she was still within the cities walls. She'd never had a partner before Reaver either, having always done her missions with whoever was in need of one for a while before being assigned to watch Reaver after his partner had died disobeying orders beyond the Wall. They'd worried about him going off the rails and sent her on three missions with him before he had found her at the compound with the younger girls; she'd been smiling and he'd gone to command to ask for an official partner - Aria. 

She looked down from where she hung upside down on the rope and aimed at one of the goblins, seeing it move to attack Reaver only to be stopped by an arrow in it's eyes and killing it instantly. Blood spattered against another one while an arrow drive straight through one into another and into the heart of a goblin. Her killing was systematic and constant, rhythmic and steady whereas her partner was a beast on the battlefield until near the end when she dropped all the way to the ground and used her bow as a blade while she plucked arrows from the deceased to kill others with. Unlike many of the Warriors she didn't take pleasure in killing; it was her job and she did it to the best of her abilities, that was all she was ordered to do. She looked up as her partner approached her, covered in blood and gore whereas she was next to spotless from her systematic approach to killing, preferring to stay out of reach of the spatter save for a single drop on her left cheek. 

"I had planned to eat with the girls today, though it's looking like we'll be busy for a while." She said as she walked passed him to start tearing arrows from their victims, each one a kill and dripping with inhuman blood. She was a machine and didn't look as if it bothered her much at all to be doing this whereas most other soldiers showed some level of guilt or remorse, aggression or simply a fulfillment of their duties. Another woman may have cried or hated doing this, but Aria was nicknamed the Void by the other soldiers for a reason. She would have to clean the arrows off before the blood dried on her arrows too much and ruined the fletching so that it couldn't be used anymore. As she walked her hips swayed, as she'd allowed her figure to be shown whenever she dressed since it was one of the few advantages she had over the Warriors here, since none could find it in themselves to mock her when watching her walk in such a provocative manor.