Piotr waves off the address. "Just General, in this context."

Her fierce eye contact is impressive -- he's a hard man to intimidate, but she is starting to leave an impression. The resume isn't too bad, either, so he hasn't written her off yet. It's a good sign.

A private millitia. Hm. Not a bad background for the kind of conflict they're in now, although anyone who can pick up a sword and swing it without cutting his own arm off is good enough by this point. Still, when it comes to women soldiers, Piotr has yet to be fully convinced. He's still giving that look of hard appraisal.

"Just what sort of missions did your private military organization handle? Who were you fighting against?"