Every movement Elena made was smooth and calculated in order to make sure she didn't damage her skin. Even when she set down the fork to pick her glass up again, her motions had the grace of a woman trained to believe everyone was watching.
"{I bruise if I bump a soft chair as I walk past,}" she muttered into the glass as she took a sip of her juice again. "{They expect me to be able to take a hit while training. I'd be better off just laying down on the floor and surrendering."} She paused as she took another sip and set her glass back down, "{Well, unless we could do it all under water, but I don't think anyone is prepared to teach me combat tactics in scuba gear.}"
The only thing that saved her from tearing her skin was being covered in water. She was sure that there wasn't possibly anything the engineers could do to solve that issue and she filled with dread as the start date for her combat training loomed ahead of her.