Having grown up an identical twin Dinah would have been tickled and a little bothered to know that anyone thought her easy to identify. But she also wasn't used to people on a whole, let alone people that had been as exposed to her and her twin as the people of Deus Ex, so perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised.
After the disaster in the Sahara and the misery of one year on that blasted island the Tennessee mountain girl was considering the virtues of learning to use her sword a bit more seriously. Lab work had been - would always be - her preference but lab work didn't save you in the field.
Feyre was more than willing to be wielded which helped more than a bit. She never spoke but the quiet chime in her head every time the dummy was struck with the edge of her blade had the distinct edge of approval.
Soleil startled her out of her concentration enough that she missed the dummy entirely, cursing under her breath. "Oh uh..." She looked down her arms to her sword, stretched a bit, and nodded. "Sure. Sounds good."
