"She's hiding something from me," Sarah mumbled. She went to the bed and put one tin of the human food under her bed, the other she hid among the peasant silk. Making lines on her forehead, she took up the fighting stance again.
"Stuff off, Destiny," she said. Who was this Destiny? He didn't approve such a person for contact with his breeder. She reached up and behind her and tightened the band that held her hair together at the back of her head. He'd noticed she did that before she tackled any hard tasks. She adjusted her stance again and still didn't get it right. "Start Program," she said. The image of the instructor, that had to be the worst he'd ever seen in his lifetime, appeared again.