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Clarissa looked at him, "I'm not just a little girl with a gun, I built them myself. I know mechanics and sciences better then I know..well" she was about to say the proprieties of being a noble but stopped herself. She sighed when he asked about her. "I'm afraid you have seen me before, I am one of the many noble ladies they try to dress up as a poodle and marry off to a knight twice our age. Please, I'm reminded of it everyday at home, Clarissa is my name and all I want to be known as". It was clear she had no taste for nobility. "I'm not much of a fighter, but I can break almost anything down and rebuild it, and I'm sure there's lots of gates and locks in here". It wasn't that she was too soft to learn fighting, her father would notice bruises and a limp when she walked as she trained, it was easier to wash off powder and dirt, though she had come close to a new face when she sneezed near gun powder, luckily the king's scientist was there with sand.