Lieutenant Aria Dvalin
Of course she knew of the Baron's most famous and defining battles. If they hadn't been covered during the academy, they were damn well the stuff of cadet legend. And - was that what he thought of her fighting style? That she was borderline suicidal? Aria blinked, though gave him a long, dry raise of an eyebrow at the mention of beauty. Because that was at all relevant.
Nevertheless, she took a moment to at least consider his words before forming an answer. If this hadn't been one of the most storied soldiers in the entire Imperium making the observation, she would have brushed it off as an insult. But it was. Aria resisted the urge to make any sort of tell, pushing her reflexive urge to bite her lip down with iron will as she stared von Zollern dead in the eyes.
"Because if I can't win the glory I need, I may as well be dead." She couldn't help but inject a bitter undertone in the words. It all came back around to the House in the end. Regardless of how she felt regarding her parents' utter incompetence, there was no choice but to press on and restore the Dvalin name. "I have younger siblings, Major. Siblings I still haven't even found in the foster system. The only way to rebuild anything left of my family is to rise as quickly as possible, as hard as possible. If I fail in that regard, there is nothing left to lose."
She hadn't meant to reveal so much, but the words hadn't quite stopped when they started coming out. But the other question was a lifeline back towards familiar territory, and Aria grasped it.
"As for the AC, I prefer to work towards my strengths. I pilot better when I'm agile. Shoring up weaknesses is all well and good, but I feel...constrained in a slower machine. There's little else more to it than that."