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Silas is in tutorial, currently practicing with his new toys from Eliott, electricity generating escrima. After warning up with some drills he begins to use a legionnaire as a dummy!
Zora's on a run, and it seems her final stop is tutorial. It's clear she's been spending a lot of time active, and it shows - already a fit girl, she seems even skinnier than she was when she first attended the Academy.
She glances first to the hanging bags, then to Silas beating up a robot. She doesn't know him, so she just offers an upward nod and moves to her bag, pulling some tape from her pocket and beginning to prep.
The girl garners Silas' attention for the same reason, he didn't know her. He tucks the sticks into his armpits as he starts moving her direction kicking his own bag across the floor to bring it with him.
"Who are you?" Still rather abrupt, but his tone isn't as rude as usual.
"Zora Cross," she'll remark, offering a slightly hollow smile as she finishes wrapping one hand.
She's about to go to the other when something he said registers in her mind. She turns around to look at him suddenly. "Wait, Silas? Weren't you the one that traced my radio signal?"
"Uh, thanks?" She'll respond, tilting her head at him.
"It's... not easy," she'll say again, after a long pause as she finishes taping herself up. She'll roll her shoulders and starts throwing some slow, rhythmic blows against the bag. "I wasn't really... prepared for this. Physically, maybe, but..."
She purses her lips, suddenly unsure why she's talking to him about this anyway. The punches speed up.
"Perhaps you would have gotten away had you chosen less lethality, but let's look at it mathematically. If you didn't go to the extremes you did, do you think the chances of you returning here would be the same? Maybe 50% as likely? Maybe less."