[ Sen meets the trainer's gaze with her own, a certain steel in her dark brown eyes - not confrontational, not hostile, but firm. She's made her stand and she'll stick to it. Which is why she too relaxes when the man turns away, glad that there was a compromise made. She wouldn't want to ruin her first few days here with unpleasantries, not when she's still very foreign to his place. ]

Don't worry about it. I wouldn't want you to be pressed into something that you're not suited to.

[ Zita is more cautious than her, by a mile. But then again, Sen has always had that outspoken streak in her. There's no reason to abandon what she's lived by just because they're in a new region. She folds her arms now, looking thoughtful. ]

While it is tactically advantageous to get us to adjust to them... they'll also have to adjust to us too, I think.