By the time she shuffles in, he manages to swallow and grab a swig of his bottled water to clear his mouth. "No, no, not a chance. You're right on time."
The food gets put on a plate, shoved aside on the table. He rubs his hands together to clear them of crumbs, and finally takes in her jogging suit.
Frowns.
"Right, first thing's first- thinking the kinda training I'm gonna be able to give you's not gonna come out of that bag. The kinda fighting I do and the kinda fighting you'd do are totally different."
Not that he knows a hell of a lot about martial arts or anything, but he does know the bar-brawl hand to hand marine-style combat training he got from Dad just ain't gonna cut it for someone of her height and build.
"On the bright side, thinking I know exactly who you need to talk to for that. Gotta set it up with her. In the meantime, I think we're gonna focus on something a little more short term solution."
He reaches behind him, tugs a flash of metal from his waistband and holds it out to her. His gun, pearl handled grip and all. It's not the one she's gonna use, but he'd like to see her reaction. See how she feels about it by the look on her face rather than the words out of her mouth- always a lot more accurate when it comes to reading people- and the way she takes it from him'll tell him a hell of a lot about her skill level.
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The food gets put on a plate, shoved aside on the table. He rubs his hands together to clear them of crumbs, and finally takes in her jogging suit.
Frowns.
"Right, first thing's first- thinking the kinda training I'm gonna be able to give you's not gonna come out of that bag. The kinda fighting I do and the kinda fighting you'd do are totally different."
Not that he knows a hell of a lot about martial arts or anything, but he does know the bar-brawl hand to hand marine-style combat training he got from Dad just ain't gonna cut it for someone of her height and build.
"On the bright side, thinking I know exactly who you need to talk to for that. Gotta set it up with her. In the meantime, I think we're gonna focus on something a little more short term solution."
He reaches behind him, tugs a flash of metal from his waistband and holds it out to her. His gun, pearl handled grip and all. It's not the one she's gonna use, but he'd like to see her reaction. See how she feels about it by the look on her face rather than the words out of her mouth- always a lot more accurate when it comes to reading people- and the way she takes it from him'll tell him a hell of a lot about her skill level.