What...?

[Corporal Light]

His brow lowered upon hearing her name. Of course, given her appearance, he could not say for certain if her parents named her that way using the same culture that his own did. If they did, however.... wow. Talk about mixed messages. One of the most beautiful, pure and wholesome events one could experience in a lifetime: the colors and warmth of Dawn, combined with one of the deadliest, most commonplace, and most negative elements in any world: the harshness and bitterness of snow. Hot and cold, fire and snow, showing two sides of the elemental, temperamental, personality coin. Perhaps a representation of two vastly different personalities? Or, more likely, a sign of the mixed relationship between parent and child?

Or he was over-analyzing this whole thing and her parents named her that because it sounded cool. In fact, come to think of it, since when did he care? He had been standing there for well over a few seconds mulling over what her name was supposed to mean. Where had that come from?

He promptly removed all thoughts about her name from his mind, instead focusing on something that more fit his interest: her weapons. A long, brown rifle with an oaken stock and some sort of metal, barrel-like object with glass on both ends that resembled a mini-telescope. A grey, metal trigger jutted out from underneath the base of the rifle and some weird, metal stick with a small sphere at the end stuck out from the right side. Like the "Carbine," there was no visible revolving cylinder nor any kind of method of cocking it, so how did it work? Did the weird, stick thing have something to do with it? What about loading it? 

He realized his eyes were gazing directly at the rifle and that there was a small amount of drool beginning to come out of his mouth. He quickly swallowed the excess saliva and diverted his eyes. He almost asked her to keep her guns out before she holstered it, only stopping once he realized just how insane that might have sounded. 

"An alliance sounds..." he said, pausing. Why did the idea of an alliance not resonate with him? Strength in numbers, after all; that's what his race lived on for so long. "An alliance sounds like a good idea, yes. Interesting name, miss Snow, though very... mixed in terms of positive and negative connotations. How did you get it?"

He had to admit, the name made him curious almost as much as her guns did. But, he figured, the name thing would be a smarter option for conversation rather than guns.