Valorie blinked once before turning her head around to see that Gresham had approached her. She mustered up a fake but convincing smile to say “Not at all,” and watching take his a seat. While she tried to hide the feeling, it was definitely awkward to talk to Gresham after the war and her father’s death. It also wasn’t helped by the fact he brought up the funeral within his first sentence of talking to her. However, she kept her calm for now and remained nice outwardly, after all she tried to remain confident and kind on the outside, yet she still didn’t approach people on her own often besides for her job. “That would be correct.” She responded before looking away slightly downward. “Three years ago, I’ve seen you walk around a few times, but never had the chance to really say hi.” It was a pretty easy lie to see through, and from the fact that he was able to see the silent Valorie during the funeral who didn’t even cry during it he probably would understand. “It’s nice to see you thought, despite the circumstances, as well as know you are still kicking it.” She added at the end looking back at him with a more genuine smile. She didn’t need to have someone else dead in her life.
Valorie couldn’t help but see his tired look, but she didn’t want to probe him already after three years. It was during this examination though that she would be caught up in the explosion of the train car while Gresham spoke. She flew back in her chair and had to flip it off her moments later while coughing in the smoke. Her ears rung, and she felt some blood dripping down from her forehead along with pain in her hip.“What the hell!?” she said as she looked up and say the three men. This was when combat instinct took over. Already she understood that she couldn’t use the metal on the floor of the car to attack, for the hole in the wall and the missing section of the floor already left the car to compromised to risk more structural damage while everyone was still on it. However, the roof and the wall behind her were fair game for a few spots of metal. Her palm pressed flat on the wall behind her before the sound and signature light of alchemy lit through the smoke. Part of the ceiling receded even more as she drew metal from the wall which formed three straightforward spikes directly at the center of the mass for the three men. One spike each, and her other hand would press against the wall as well to form her own saber to use in self-defense.