October 04, 2011 (Refectory, Iacon) --- Chromia cracks her knuckles as she enters the courtyard. There is a self-confident grin on her face, though it's not quite what one would call smug. Stretching her arms above her head, she flexes her servos in preparation. "Self-confident aft. Doesn't know what a true warrior is capable of. No one looks down on my battle scars like that and gets away with it." "I'm already bored... You old bots always take so much time doing anything! I'm gonna rust here." He replied with this insufferably superior expression of his, and just grins.