He tilted his head just slightly as she spoke, wondering what kind of life she and her brother had apparently been living. If he’d known better, he might have thought they experienced the same kind of world he and his group had. Hell, it seemed pretty close to it, given her proficiency with weapons and ability to survive.
“What kind’a fighting you do?” he asked, shifting his weight again. He couldn’t imagine she would be too well-versed in the styles he was familiar with-- though, to be honest, his own style just really focused on Whatever Means Necessary and little else. Growing up with Merle made sure that he knew how to hit, and how to make the most of each hit on another human body.