Being a teenager had been pretty awful for her, too, although at least she hadn't had to be in a war. On her own and then in prison was bad enough, but she wasn't going to compare that to a war zone, not even a little bit.

"Being a teenager sucks for everyone. War probably sucks more, though."

She gave him an overly obvious head to toe look and then smirked.

"I don't think I could pick you up. You look a little heavy and I'm just a delicate flower of a thing."

She clearly wasn't. She was slim, but she also had the arms of someone who lifted heavy things (like people) on a regular basis.