There was probably better choice of words than 'meatsack with an axe' that Bariyan could have chosen. As it was, the faint glimmer of warmth present in Carolina seemed to fade utterly, the corners of her mouth and eyes lined with tension. Her voice remained even though, no hint of the insult inadvertantly paid being taken - she can appreciate loss, loss in ability, or position (Texas) but. She's not particularly religious. At all, in fact.

After all, several alien races have banded together to wipe out humanity due to their so-called faith.

"Sounds like you're giving up before the fighting has even begun." She sat straighter, letting her hands rest on the armor along her thights. "Shouldn't someone who considers themselves holy be more faithful to whatever god or power granted that to you?"

"Maybe you need to do without to prove yourself?"