She actually laughs a little at that, then holds up her hand, the sting on the back still red, still healing. It doesn't hurt as much as it itches and she knows exactly what he's saying. Maybe not kangaroos, but something innocuous, something they don't expect. For all the opportunities Darrow has given her, Andrea knows what it can look like underneath all the good things.
"Who the fuck knows," she agrees with a nod. "This might be kind of presumptuous, but I work here. If you wanted some tips... I mean, not an official class, I'm not working right now, I'm just..." She trails off, then wonders why she bothers trying to pretend she isn't an incredible shot. It's not her only talent, but it's by far the thing she's best at. "I'm pretty good."
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Date: 2014-01-16 01:32 pm (UTC)"Who the fuck knows," she agrees with a nod. "This might be kind of presumptuous, but I work here. If you wanted some tips... I mean, not an official class, I'm not working right now, I'm just..." She trails off, then wonders why she bothers trying to pretend she isn't an incredible shot. It's not her only talent, but it's by far the thing she's best at. "I'm pretty good."