Alina seems to realize how her hair is falling and quickly brushes it over the front of her shoulders to hide the points. It's a small (and mostly ineffectual) change, one meant mostly to preserve her own comfort than anything else.

She resumes her very observant monitoring of Gideon who handles the weights with absolute ease. Alina hopes to never find herself on the other end of a fist fight with her. Any admiration of her muscles or lingering eyes on her are simply for practical and totally platonic reasons. Of course.

She hums a note of agreement, tinted with both empathy and amusement on the edges. She hadn't exactly been born with a silver spoon in her mouth; she wouldn't consider herself as a person who has particularly good luck... no, no she would definitely say she's experienced her fair share of bad luck. If that ends up being the only thing she and this other woman have in common, that alone makes sense.

"I hid in a trunk on the back of a carriage. Rode off the palace grounds," Alina does not mention how she did eventually get tracked down. "Might be a tight fit for two. Unless we find a big trunk."