Zoya stared out from her office window to the training grounds, her blue eyes watching the recruit of Legion intensely - like a hungry predator staring at unsuspecting prey. The corner of her lips twitched in slight amusement when she saw you fall flat on your ass thanks to your mentor's skilled fighting, but what impressed her the most was your determination to keep fighting. "Such fire," Her tone lacked emotion, yet there was a flame in her eyes as she kept examining the whole thing.

Earl stood beside her with his hands folded behind his back as he joined the watch party of the recruit. "You seem fascinated by her, Zoya." He says matter-of-factly, shifting his eyes to the Overlord and then back to the training grounds. Zoya ignored that comment, more eager to learn about the recruit, "Tell me, where did they say they're from." Her gaze never left you, and she tilted her head a little as she watched you fall again. "They told us that they're from The Rust, which is surprising as it's inhabitable by most humans."

A strange glimmer appeared in her eyes, and her lips coiled into a smirk. "I see. It’s impressive for them to survive that long in The Rust. Earl, keep an eye on them when I'm not around." She ordered sharply and turned on her heels to walk out of her office, wanting to meet the recruit herself. Earl watched her leave until the office door closed, and he turned his attention out the window again. “How can a mere Sinner survive in such a horrid place?” He asked himself, his brain full of questions.