"Damn, and I thought my training started early," she chuckles, not the least bit put off by that. Actually, her voice a bit higher then, excitement there for a chance to learn things she's never known before. "The Middle East. Well then. I admit, I know Masyaf and the rest, except for the position," she admits, head canting, curious.

Moving in closer, balanced in her stance, knowing her size is always a disadvantage but one she uses as best she can.

"My mom taught me since I was about... I guess I was maybe eight? I realized recently it's because she saw something in me and knew she needed to channel it."

Like the fact that she showed her father's blood as well as her mother's and without a way to handle that aggression she could go the same path as he had.

"I get the feeling I'm going to get schooled here," she admits, amusement lacing her tones.