[Asgard, your local Suna kunoichi is growing restless. This never fares well for those around her.]

I have been here for some time. [Not a happy prospect.] In that time, it has come to my attention that not everyone here is able to even defend themselves, let alone fight in this war against the forces that oppose these... [She scoffs as she says this...] gods we are to help.

While my Wind Release powers do not work here, I am still able to use my martial arts and weapons training.

I am offering to train anyone interested in learning how to do hand-to-hand combat, use swords, kunai, shuriken, iron fans, sickles and any other standard shinobi weaponry.

[She's now sneering.]

Do not waste my time. If you aren't interested, don't bother replying. However, if you are willing to do this, we can work out payment for my services and what times will work for the both of us. I will be at the Welcome House of Freya for the entire day and I am always reachable on the bracelets' communication system.

[Gene has his arms completely stuffed with various items from the fridge and pantry, which he carefully lays out on every flat surface he can find. Plates and glasses next, along with a few things to drink and some very LARGE bottles of varying kinds of alcohols.]

Alright, let's see...Ah! Perfect. Guess I'll start by making up a big pot of stamina stew for people.

[He continues absently talking to himself as he goes over various menu options.]

Guess it would help if I knew how to cook anything besides eggs. Well, no harm in a little experimentation, right?

[A bunch of pre-chopped veggies and meats are unceremoniously dumped into a pot of water and broth, then set to boil. He's clearly just adding spices and ingredients on a whim.]

Alright, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? We're in trouble. We all get that through our heads pretty soon after we get here, and I understand how some of you are having issues with that. I'm extending this to anyone in Freya House who has difficulty wrapping their heads around the fact that we're basically in a constant state of war with a bunch of testy giants. An opportunity to sit and talk with a guy who's already been through the wringer.

See, I'm an Outlaw. That means a freelancer with no real loyalties, back in my section of the galaxy. We do what we have to, to survive. It's dangerous all the time. Your engineer misses a bolt or leaves an electric lead open, a bullet hits your air supply, an errant bit of debris opens a hole in the hull, and you're nothing but a corpse drifting in space. It's that easy. Space is not a place with a high margin of error.

[A bottle of wine is popped open and set out.]

I was dead once. Well...trapped between life and death, I guess. It ain't fun. I had to wrestle with that for a while. This kinda' thing shakes you up, you know? All we have here to rely on is the people around us, so enjoy their presence. Come on down. Talk. Drink. Eat to excess. Be thankful for the small bits of good fortune we have, because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow.

...Also, if anyone wants to show me how to actually cook, that'd be nice. I can't make heads or tails of some of these cookbooks.