Piotr is none too impressed with Byerly's weak display of military anything. He's met at least a few outsiders of solid soldier material -- even among the women, to his occasionally begrudging surprise -- but this one seems to have about the combat potential of a twelve-year-old girl.

"With great reluctance, it seems," he says dryly. Yes, Byerly, he heard your bitching and moaning about shoveling snow. He's seen Byerly's type before. Resistant to discipline, but you can usually beat it into them. "Your voice carries."