She felt the air change for that brief instant, and figured she'd hit a sparkplug. But that didn't deter her reasoning, as she still held her smile, still leaned rather close, still locked her blue optics with his red.

"Because it's not what you thought it would be?" She offered a possible explanation. "Because you're not who you were when you joined? I was a hunter for sport, Thunder; my trade was science. Archaeology. I wanted to know more about our origins, more about where we came from. Because of this war, I'm barely able to hold on to that. It's become a pipe dream. I'm not who I was when the war started."

Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand, resting her fingers on his gently, almost imperceptibly. She was trying desperately to reach a connection with this Deceptico-- this person. He was intriguing her by the minute.

"But if you are sold, then explain why. I..." Another deep breath, followed by a very powerful (at least, from her) concession. "...I won't judge you, either way."