Such a disdainful outlook on Hunts has always been a point of confusion for Pahja, though her motivations for taking part are less the thrill of battle and the hunt and more a natural extension of relying on hunting before becoming an adventurer.

His words make her huff in laughter, but not meanly or meant to belittle his accomplishments. "Oh, I don't know. I'd like to think I could give them a run for their money." Would she succeed? Who knows, but she's done a lot of things that would be 'impossible' by any standard. She likes to think she'd have a fighting chance of it. "I suppose it wouldn't. And I think the rest of them would have something to say if you moved on from your hunts to uh, passengers." As for her name-- well, if he doesn't recognize her that's a good thing.

"Pahja Nyancoya. A few months -- I arrived with Emet." He... has to know who Emet-Selch is, right? She coughs, slightly. "You know, your great-grandfather."