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Myrna simply blinked at the man's joke; she'd been called worse before, and perhaps she appeared as such. It was hard to say what a long few hours of combat and battlefield medicine had done to her visage; neither of them looked all that pretty at present either.

Apparently, however, he was content to move on, and after removing his mask provided a satisfactory answer to the question. She might have chosen this moment to inquire after his companion, but a young person apparently decided to approach the three of them as casually as you please, and insert a question of their own. "Their" because well... Myrna wasn't exactly certain of the person's gender. They dressed and appeared to speak after the manner of a man, but... she wasn't a doctor for nothing, and there was something missing from that assessment.

Dismissing the matter as ultimately irrelevant to what had been asked, she chose to respond to the first question first. "My name is Myrna, but I prefer Myr, if it's all the same to yourselves. I suspect that I am alive because I made effort to remain that way, and not cowering in fear because I see no real reason to," she replied simply, with the slightest of shrugs.

Next, she addressed the youth. "I shall assume that question is not to be taken literally, else the answers would be readily apparent. As to circumstances, I do believe that one of these two would be better suited to answer that than I." It was hard to tell if her way of answering questions was reflective of some kind of internal humor or a complete sincerity. In truth, she had been taught to phrase questions and phrases as exactly as possible, at least to the monks' way of thinking, and was still adjusting to the ways of idiom, hyperbole, and understatement.

This was not to say that she was completely devoid of humor, either, however, and there was a certain subtle nuance to her tone that would indicate a dry wit, if one were searching for it.