I enjoy a rousing match against friends. It's a bit like tag, with more weapons.

[ She imparts this cheerily enough that it's easy to see she totally means it. ]

A year? Oh my. [ Pyrrha's brow furrows with worry; clearly, she wasn't expecting him to say so long a stretch of time. ] And you've not been able to return home, I take it?

Who would do such a thing? [ It reminds her of the White Fang, a group of extremists from her home world that constantly threatened violence; was there a similar group operating here? ]