She snorts and shakes her head. "No, though I think someone hates me less because we did fight together against the furballs, so that's something." Victra isn't sure what to think of Valkryie, or what Valkyrie thinks of her, but their last conversation had at least been respectful and somewhat pleasant, free from shots fired against each other.

"He found me when I first arrived." Victra doesn't mention the details of how she had arrived, the blood on her hands, the emotional wreck that she had been. That's a story she's only shared with one person, Lincoln, and even then the details were scant and the story not fully fleshed out.

"I was rude and angry and he was calm and honest. I despise liars. I like to think I know when people are telling me the truth, because of that. Even when the truth is completely unbelievable."