Scout suspected that cracking or peering past that durasteel self-control would probably be more trouble than it was worth. This didn't stop her from wishing she could.

He'd have known what she did back there before the hospital and Sir Fred. This was, she decided, more her telling him what she wanted to be known for her skills in.

"I'm good at the Art of Movement and Broken Gate style. -I mean, I can... cross difficult terrain, and I'm skilled in a martial art that lets me subdue people without hurting them. At least not permanently." Scout was confident of those, more than any of her others. Still, she winced slightly with memory, and had to leave a caveat. "It's best at close range and against someone unarmored."

She bit her lip, hesitating, then said, "I - People called me Scout. I prepare, I think ahead when I can, and I can read a situation fast." She didn't elaborate - it was too tied up in her one best Force talent, which she couldn't just tell anyone about - just rushed on.

"And... I have medic training. A lot, I think... But I'm not a healer." Jedi healers had always been so rare. If she'd shown any skill in it beyond helping herself, Scout guessed, her life would have been very different. "It's easier with humans and near humans, but..."