"I guess you could say I met them," Riza says. "Mostly I shot at them." It's a grim admission, but one that she feels needs to be made. There's something worthwhile in being honest about her past sins, even if it might turn people against her. Nice people, like this girl. They should know who they're dealing with.

"Mm. I never lived on the streets, but living in a foxhole wasn't much better, I imagine. At least no one shoots at you out here," she murmurs softly.