my heart runs on gasoline vapors

Lefty shook out her coat out of habit. There was no chance of the cold leaving her now, of course. Instead, Lefty made the motion to comfort themselves. This was a big deal to them and they didn't quite know how to address it. Before, they had been... a follower.

As the Warlord approached-- as he introduced himself-- Lefty bowed, sharp. Deep. Her head bowed. Her chin touched the snow. March stared at her and then tried to imitate the motion. It was clumsy.

She stood straight. "I am Lefty Brennenburg-- birth name Lucretia, if it makes a difference. I was, before, a Knight. I fought in war, and I spoke for more than myself." She gestured to March. "This is March, my companion. We tussled, when we first met."

Ears flicked.

"I could show you my skill, if you wished. I have no blade, but -- I could."