Might be! Gotta ask and make sure. I want the time I spend here to have a purpose.

[Scout's stance relaxes and she takes out the last projectiles with a more casual flick of her saber - and two sizeable chunks of the apple survive this, one of them bouncing off her sleeve. She makes a face.]

Every time I fight and there's food there I end up covered in it. [...that's kind of an overstatement, there's maybe a fleck of pulp.] Universal constant.