The human listened intently to the story, observing the scars with a mild sense of wonder as she gave a nod, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "You got a good point, hehe. Though if we was going for most difficult I think ya beat me out from years of experience alone. Frag, Vory? That like, Russian mafia drek, right? Way over my head. Street gangs be what this hoop used to, and plenty of it." . She took another breath, her hands tightening. "Well, since you sharing so much, guess it be my turn, omae?"
"Had a family once upon a time. Low level wageslaves, but livable. Got that taken away during a turf war. Fire torched my fraggin parentals and got me good too. Next thing yknow, I'm waking up in Howlers hideout with fake eyes. I was their property, their...pet, if ya will. And frag, did they not love their pets.". She turned away from the elf, pulling her gown away to reveal the most of her back, where signs of heavy scarring g were present where bandages weren't covering. "Lupo, Sarge, Bonehead, Lugnut, Flak, Chameo, Merlin, Farcall, Haymaker. The main ones that liked to remind me how lucky I was to be alive under their fraggin boot heels. If it wasn't for my gift for machines, I'm sure it woulda been worse "
She gave a shrug, redressing herself. "Either way, I'm glad to be out, and with luck I won't have to involve Howlers in drek ever again. Frag.. now I'm rambling. My bad"