Gela clucks her tongue in sympathy, and takes her hands back too, keeping them loose at her sides, hopefully not so awkward. "Maker," she laughs, "No, not me. I'm in Diplomacy. Much better at talkin' my way out of things than I am fightin'."

And completely unwilling to pick up a weapon besides, shh. She sizes him up for a moment, determining, and then asks, "Could you be in Research, I wonder?"

He looks like a studious person to her.