He wonders if he should show her the marks on his shoulders and wrists from dancing the scars so many times, recite his codex. But he left such bragging behind when he stepped down from the khanship.

"Texotic...Your body might have hidden potential but right now it is very weak. But even if it were a danger to me...I am a teacher. I do not know how it works in your society, but where I am from, the instructor must accept that the student's clumsiness with their new weapon...whether it be a rifle, battle armor, a mech or in your case, a body...may hurt you. It is simply a hazard of the job."

He gives her a somewhat stony but still present smile, the kind he uses when encouraging a cadet to climb into their armor, mech or fighter for the first time.