[ jason. vi comes up empty but she logs the name away anyway. it’s beneficial to know who in trench has the ability to fight. besides, hunting patrols – she’s been wondering about those. specifically, hunters themselves. later, maybe, she’ll go digging through the network. for now, she grins an amused thing to herself, obviously finding something about that funny, though not so obviously what. ]

I’m not holding my breath. He’s a talker.

[ which she is not. in her experience, those who talk big and talk loud usually can’t back it up. when she’s cocky, it’s rightfully earned, because she can and she will make good on everything she says. ]

Not saying I’m an old dog who can’t learn new tricks… but the Undercity is a harsh teacher. [ the swinging of her leg has stopped and she sits there now with her ankles crossed one over the other. ] A litttttle hard to imagine some old dude who kicks a dummy doll in his sale’s pitch has the goods.

[ placing her hand behind herself, she leans back into it, adopting a more relaxed look. she shrugs her other shoulder. ]

He did promise though, that I’d be one of the biggest badasses in town if I represented his school.