[She trusts them a little more than she'd like to admit. At least Tristero; she isn't sure about the rest. But she won't say it because it'll turn around and bite her in the arse somehow. But she still can't quite ignore it.]
I'd love that, sure. We haven't done that in a while. [She smiles at him, gesturing to the chairs out in the reception area nearby.] I'll be here.
[But when he comes back out, he might find that she gravitated towards the punching bag herself where she's taking out some extra tension on the leather. It could almost be amusing, a young woman going against a thing so much bigger and heavier than her, except she actually knows a few things about how to do it. She's been taught by a few people, Clint included.]
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I'd love that, sure. We haven't done that in a while. [She smiles at him, gesturing to the chairs out in the reception area nearby.] I'll be here.
[But when he comes back out, he might find that she gravitated towards the punching bag herself where she's taking out some extra tension on the leather. It could almost be amusing, a young woman going against a thing so much bigger and heavier than her, except she actually knows a few things about how to do it. She's been taught by a few people, Clint included.]