A helmet. So... not a warforged? So there were actually two people here with armor on. Khojin wondered if their own worlds were lacking magitek advanced enough to produce armor spheres, or if they were just weirdos who thought they looked cool. And that other thing he'd mentioned- "What the fuck is a soul?"
She sat back, palms on the ground behind her, eyes gazing at the top of the arena wall. The man she'd taken for warforged didn't seem to like her much. She didn't think she'd done anything to offend him yet, so she brushed it off as him being stressed out from waking in a different world. "Sounds like some weird Shao thing," she mused to herself, letting her duffle bag slip off her shoulder before addressing his own queries.
She considered for a moment, then gestured up and down at her armored companion. "Warforged. Kind of. Without the snippy tone or the apparent sentience. Also the armor is their body," she then gestured over her shoulder at Adira. "Shao. Stubby ears, minimal extremities, breed like wild dogs."
Finally she gestured at herself. "Za Ri. Objectively the best. I'm Khojin," she finished, holding her hand out as one would for a handshake.