[ In his own corner Kahlil is seated on the floor as though he's taking a needed break from his own workout, allowing him to observe the small handful of people move around the training grounds. He watches as the young woman ferociously assaults her training dummy. There's something about the way she stands, her split knuckles and the way she smiles only for herself when she finally stops.
He lifts himself to his feet, making sure he can see his approach before he gets too close so as not to seem as though he's attempting to sneak up on her. ]
Hello. Do you know where to find the medics? [ He cradles his wrist as though it hurts him.
It doesn't, but she might be more inclined to see to her knuckles this way. ]
barracks, training grounds
He lifts himself to his feet, making sure he can see his approach before he gets too close so as not to seem as though he's attempting to sneak up on her. ]
Hello. Do you know where to find the medics? [ He cradles his wrist as though it hurts him.
It doesn't, but she might be more inclined to see to her knuckles this way. ]