Ah, a soldier. Of course you would think that way. It's that sort of single-mindedness that allows you to perform well on the battlefield.

[It seems like a compliment on the surface, but really it's just another way of saying I'm better than you. At least she's focused, which is more than he can argue for some others he's met here. Certainly an unusual specimen, as well, and that always catches his interest. What could she do with those teeth, he wonders...

Still, it's just a whole lot of mindless noise to him.]

I will do as my Master wishes. Beyond that, I see no point in guiding what amounts to a horde of lemmings.