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After her introduction, Viktoriya's eyes twitch between Valoel and the red eyed knight, apparently named Victor, and becomes more fixated as he seemed to become increasingly agitated. Eventually he takes off to where she assumed to be their next destination, his heavy steps and clanging armor loudly echoing through the halls as he does so. It is an impressive feat, no doubt, his strength has to be formidable, though his eyes told a story of things seen and felt that even a twisted creature as herself could only scratch the surface of.

Her attention is drawn back to Valoel as she verbally chastises them, and tasks them with penalties for their negligence. It all sounds light in her mind, however, far less excruciating than she was used to back in Kaymbden. The morale of the others seem shaky at best, including a strange woman who recently entered and the medic to leave shortly thereafter, likely to the same destination. Something chimes inside her skull, but it is not up to her to question regiment, hers is to follow orders, and thus she simply acknowledges silently with a nod and follows the path the knight left behind with his sabatons to what appears to be some large training area.

Ears twitch to follow each rhythm of the soldiers as they work to maintain themselves physically and mentally, this was at the least something familiar. Her attention turns back to the one in armor, Victor, leaning against a training dummy, the strange and very lanky woman nearby seemingly attempting to offer some comfort to him. The beast simply stares, debating to even attempt further communication, which clearly is a living weapon's weakest area of expertise. Still, a part of her is human, an aspect hard to completely suppress, and something resembling sympathy is the most prominent as she watches him agonizing to maintain composure.