"Don't be," the hybrid replied. "I have to be somewhere. This is just not the ideal place to be."

Teresa listened and nodded, that faint smile touching her lips again. Perhaps she'd meet some old acquaintances. Still, insanely strong, or some variation thereof, was a term she was used to hearing in reference to herself. It made her curious, to say the least.

"Is that so? In all my years of service, I have never run from a battle. In fact, I've never felt the desire to," she replied with an underlying arrogance. "I don't intend on starting the habit now." Once a coward, always a coward.