She was right there with him, weaknesses could be exploited. It's what she did, she didn't need to be subtle about it either. "Not if I can avoid it. Feel good bonding moments make me want to barf." She figured her position on sharing was, by and large, because her (assumed to be) dad was gay, and her (assumed to be) mom was a cold, heartless bitch. But honestly she was fine with the daughter they raised. She learned to do it all herself.

"Great, camp run by Gods and they haven't figured out vans," Sasha grumbled. At least the reasoning for the buddy system wasn't totally idiotic, but at the same time, "So I have to find someone competent in a fight, and knows how to put together sentences in... how long do we have? I guess I should work on beating up monsters too. This place certainly doesn't give a girl a chance to catch her breath..."