[Yeah he was kind of a wreck, but Samus does take the offered glass. She knocks a little back before staring at his chest a non-existent spot on the couch, mulling over where to start and how much to tell. She would not tell him the whole story, she knew that much.

These were the kinds of stories he wanted when he was drunk, right? She couldn't really count on him not remembering any of it in the morning now, however.]

I guess it started when I was three. My birth parents were murdered and I was orphaned by an advanced race called the Chozo. Their planet was a hostile one, so they infused their DNA into mine and I trained daily so I could better survive its rigors.

They also gave me that suit of armor--the Power Suit. I was very formidable in it by the time I left the nest.

[There, that felt like a good enough of a start.]