[ She is, perhaps, a tiny bit envious of that skill. Meanwhile, she has to brace for the impact and play it off and push it down if it leaves any throbbing aches up her legs and lower back. She's been doing it long enough that she knows the way her body works and how to lessen it, but the small amount of time not shaking it off can really make or break an unpleasant surprise or ambush.
Instead of voicing that, she flicks the rim of her baseball cap and smiles further. Almost playful, but still restrained. ]
Dunno, didn't think I gave off the sort of John McClane vibe. [ But she should be knocked down a peg or ten for talking about Die Hard. At least it's not Speed. ] Occasionally train rookies in my free time and I'm not someone to knock another organization so long as they're willing to work with us. Wouldn't be very good for the image of the BSAA when one of the founding members treats someone like that.
[ She is clearly not out to impress with that little revelation, almost shy about bringing it up, looking away from his admittedly quite cool gear (is that what you call built-in sunglasses?), uncomfortable with how she's treated based on who she is within the organization. If it was up to her, she'd just be doing SOA without any credit. Nothing she's ever done has been for credit, after all. ]
Makes two of us. I'm good at teasing, which gets mistaken for being good at conversing with people at least. [ She turns toward him, not even thinking about the fact he probably could do a lot of damage if not work better than any hook might on the terrain. Lucrative perks, she guesses. ] Hnn, that. If you let me fall on my ass, I'm going to drag you down with me, just so you know.
[ There's that Valentine charm in full-swing, quick to stare him down even though it's borderline laughable considering their difference in height and the fact she can't actually see into his eyes right now.
It's a snap judgement, but she doesn't like it. It reminds her of Wesker.
The unspoken is still picked up on and she's careful to unloop a rope from her bag and hand it to him; normally, she would've just walked some ways and slid the rest, but this seems preferable especially when he can just gracefully drop beside her without a worry. Maybe that's an assumption on her part, but it's hard to say. She tightens her gloves and exaggerates a look of worry. Like she said, teasing. ]
I am one hundred percent serious about dragging your ass if you're thinking about being cute, though. I'll armbar and sharpshooter you until you're crying.
[ But her smile softens as she wastes no time in carrying onward. It's not like with Parker or Chris. You can't trust someone you've just met to throw you across a gap, but if this goes well he might just be lucky number three. ]
please sir can i have some more
Instead of voicing that, she flicks the rim of her baseball cap and smiles further. Almost playful, but still restrained. ]
Dunno, didn't think I gave off the sort of John McClane vibe. [ But she should be knocked down a peg or ten for talking about Die Hard. At least it's not Speed. ] Occasionally train rookies in my free time and I'm not someone to knock another organization so long as they're willing to work with us. Wouldn't be very good for the image of the BSAA when one of the founding members treats someone like that.
[ She is clearly not out to impress with that little revelation, almost shy about bringing it up, looking away from his admittedly quite cool gear (is that what you call built-in sunglasses?), uncomfortable with how she's treated based on who she is within the organization. If it was up to her, she'd just be doing SOA without any credit. Nothing she's ever done has been for credit, after all. ]
Makes two of us. I'm good at teasing, which gets mistaken for being good at conversing with people at least. [ She turns toward him, not even thinking about the fact he probably could do a lot of damage if not work better than any hook might on the terrain. Lucrative perks, she guesses. ] Hnn, that. If you let me fall on my ass, I'm going to drag you down with me, just so you know.
[ There's that Valentine charm in full-swing, quick to stare him down even though it's borderline laughable considering their difference in height and the fact she can't actually see into his eyes right now.
It's a snap judgement, but she doesn't like it. It reminds her of Wesker.
The unspoken is still picked up on and she's careful to unloop a rope from her bag and hand it to him; normally, she would've just walked some ways and slid the rest, but this seems preferable especially when he can just gracefully drop beside her without a worry. Maybe that's an assumption on her part, but it's hard to say. She tightens her gloves and exaggerates a look of worry. Like she said, teasing. ]
I am one hundred percent serious about dragging your ass if you're thinking about being cute, though. I'll armbar and sharpshooter you until you're crying.
[ But her smile softens as she wastes no time in carrying onward. It's not like with Parker or Chris. You can't trust someone you've just met to throw you across a gap, but if this goes well he might just be lucky number three. ]