"We all remember how Chelsea went down." Lindianne's skipping her usual weapon of choice. No marksman rifles here today. It's strictly carbines and sidearms. She's fussing over it like a parent getting a kid ready for the first day of school. Maybe Voodoo won't notice the subtle little wince she makes at the memory of Chelsea.
CQB training probably wouldn't hurt. Better that than wasting more time with knives to her throat. That's about the only thing she's ever going to give Aaron Keener credit for.
Rabbit's wink earns a wink back in understanding. She says nothing. She shifts closer to Voodoo, ostensibly due to a desire to check her carbine under the lights better. She squints down at it for a moment before tilting her head towards Voodoo.
"You've got height advantage, though," she says with a good-natured nudge to the ribs. "So don't expect anything too flashy in the process."
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Date: 2016-10-02 07:35 am (UTC)CQB training probably wouldn't hurt. Better that than wasting more time with knives to her throat. That's about the only thing she's ever going to give Aaron Keener credit for.
Rabbit's wink earns a wink back in understanding. She says nothing. She shifts closer to Voodoo, ostensibly due to a desire to check her carbine under the lights better. She squints down at it for a moment before tilting her head towards Voodoo.
"You've got height advantage, though," she says with a good-natured nudge to the ribs. "So don't expect anything too flashy in the process."