Warrior hands.

In a strange way, Senni felt herself swell with a small bit of pride at that estimation. She had always wanted to be thought of as a warrior, ever since deciding to follow in her brothers footsteps.

"Well then," she grinned slyly, an expression that she tried to limit in the past, for worry that Sar would read it the wrong way.

"I... " she dusted her hands of any speck of unseen particulate, "... I am going to go have me a well-deserved morning shower, then."

She gave Sar a knowing look, that was a strange combination of 'that's right' and 'my thanks'. There was no real adequate description for it, and without allowing her gracious host to try and further decipher it, Senni headed from the kitchenette and towards the back of their small, shared flat on a mission for the wondrous bliss of the sonic shower.