Bun-head followed her and Vega stopped stalking off the moment she heard her name. She stopped and turned, one eyebrow arching, "Yeah, what'ssup?" And then the bloody bun-headed woman had to go and be nice about it. Like Vega had feelings or emotions or had been a little bit hurt if she was honest, that people were rude. She shook her head, slightly, "Don't worry about it. I got my father's temper. But my mother's ass, so that's somethin'," if there was any part of her that held a grudge with anyone except said father, Vega had yet to find it. "It's nice to meet ya Gennadiya Lyosha. It's good to see you here. We're gonna need healers." That was something of an understatement.
She glanced at Mathias whose apology was a bit more truculent than Gennadiya's, but Vega had to be fair and admit that she did have a bit of a temper. Now and then. Here and there. And alongside that temper, there was that inability (or unwillingness) to ever speak anything other than the truth how she saw it. "Yeah, forget it, it's fine." Then, however, she gave a slight smile, "it's nice to meet ya both, Gennadiya an' Mathius. An' you too, heya," the last was to the short man with them. "I'm Vega. If we're goin' full an' all that, I'm Vega Lei'nox. We've been here about four trials, now, but my 'usband, he's from Rharne, an' we've fought alongside the Lightning Knights before."
Looking back at Storm's Edge, she gave the place a once-over as she knew they saw it. "The Knights here, they've jus' been involved in a war agains' a necromancer an' an army of undead, an' they're used to battle. They're not messin' around an' they're fightin' for their home, their family." Vega shrugged slightly. "We've been here, on an' off, over the past few arcs, an' I wouldn't go underestimatin' them, that's for sure. But they've taken a batterin', too. Still. Life in the old dog yet, an' whatever."
Thinking about how to explain this, Vega did her best. "There's these creatures called flameborn. Pretty much does what it says on th'packet, you know? It's creatures made out of flame. They can be fought, an' that's a good thing, but they're well hard." She gestured over to where there was an obviously communal area. "There's stuff that can 'elp, so I'm told. Anyhow, it's been them, an' undead, an' the plague. So, it's taken a batterin'. But it's all experience." She gestured to another area, a little over to the left. "That's where those what are so inclined do that whole sparrin' thing. There's trainin' grounds, too, where people can train. I don't know how they do sparrin' I don't do it," she shrugged. "Never was a game to me, fightin', an' I can't pretend to do it." Thinking if there was anything else, she shrugged slightly.
Now that they were closer to her, they might notice that Vega had a constant slight breeze around her, even though the air was still. "So, I'm gonna be finishin' up here an' goin' an' doin' some trainin', if you want I'm happy to do some target practice together," she said to Mathias and also to Gennadiya and the short bloke. "Or some trainin', but like I said, I don't do that sparrin' nonsense." She shrugged. "First though, I gotta finish up this wall. With Bill," Bill, apparently, was a very well-built human who was continuing to work. "Stop pretendin' an' put yer back into it, Bill!" Vega shouted over to him and he waved at her, cheerily.
"So," she said, to the three of them who were here. "Anythin' else?" If they wanted to arrange to meet up, she'd be happy to. But equally, she wasn't mad bothered one way or another.