Through the corner of her eyes Quistis noticed Squall assessing the mess he was covered in, and she made a quick glance down to her own attire-- a small sigh escaped her lips at the sight, the front of her shirt soaked in an unfortunate mixture of blood and sweat. His words caught her off guard, though, and her body visibly tensed at the mention of her license. Was he really going to bring this up now? And in front of a cadet, no less?

Taking a deep breath, Quistis lifted her gaze as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she crossed her arms over her chest, the stance a bit more guarded than usual. "We were just thrown twenty years into the future, Squall. That takes a bit of time to adjust to. And besides, I'm not sure I want to take up a position I was previously deemed unqualified for." The subject was still sore to her, and quite honestly she didn't want to talk about it-- especially with Squall of all people. So she turned her back to him to face Hope and slipped on a smile, one that was almost apologetic.

"Pretty heavy weapon, isn't it? I have to admit, I've always had difficulty wielding saber weapons." Hopefully the topic change would stick.