Romilda liked that nickname, too. It wasn't because she didn't like her first name; she actually liked it quite a bit. The latter part of her name, especially, which was derived from the Germanic word for battle. Which was what she was here to do, to fight. She really, really liked being able to hold her own in a fight, magical or otherwise.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the only Romilda Vane, so I must be the one you're supposed to train," she said with a grin. "And I probably would have had that dream, except I don't think I'd actually be embarrassed."
Maybe in the awkward stage she'd been in when she'd first arrived at Hogwarts, she would have found nudity embarrassing. But now? Romilda liked her body. She laughed at Tonks' dismissal of the joke, and crossed one leg over the other as she relaxed into her chair.
"I can handle 'em," she said with a wicked grin. "Probably shouldn't kick coworkers in the balls, but I've got two languages worth of curse words and I'm not afraid to use them."