"What sort of warrior would tremble at the thought of facing a dragon - and a wingless one at that..." the bird muttered.

Gwendolyn pointedly ignored Lenneth's comment as she replied. "If you're not yet confident in your skills to flee the T-Rexaurs, you could also train in the open fields outside Garden; the monsters outside are generally weaker, though your training time would be severely limited."

She paused for a moment, pondering the nature of the headgear Borg. Most likely it was a sort of mentor. "Perhaps I could aid you better in your adaptation if you were to tell me of your duties in this 'Alien Party'...?" she inquired.