[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Then it's alien meeting alien then, since you are not from this planet either."

Quiet noticed his smile, and wasn't sure if it was intended to show off his teeth or if he genuinely found her attentions something to smile about. She brushed it off. She knew next to nothing about Devai, beyond the name, and even that was new information.

Accepting his offer of a spar, she moved her sword arm in front of her and regarded the blade for a moment.

"Valyarin technology is something my people do quite happily without, and we live cleaner lives for it."

She flipped the sword so that she held it backwards in her grip, the point extending just past her left hip, almost paralell with the arm that held it. She set her feet in the ground of the arena and looked the man squarely in the eyes.

"So, do aliens have names or is that a formality to be reserved for after our best attempts at not killing each other?" She folded her wings tightly to her back, leaving what looked like an extra pair of white shoulders, before kicking off the ground in direct line for the standing man.