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I'll be there.

[And, sure enough, she is.

She looks, rather than a Tribute ready for the Games, like a Tribute new to the Capitol. She's dressed for it. She doesn't have her vest of knives on. There's one tucked in her boot, just in case, but that's always there. She is, instead, in something she can learn in, rather than survive in.]

[Booker is waiting out front with two pistols holstered under each of his arms and a shotgun strapped to his back. He doesn't know if she'll want to try the shotgun or not - from what he remembers she told him she was more interested in marksmanship than anything but ... well that memory is tinted with drinking and time and ho'boy this is going to be potentially very awkward.]

Hey.

[He stands with the kind of rigidness one would see in a soldier or someone who used to be one. He has extra mags and bullets and a flask in his back pocket. All in all, he's pretty well prepared himself.]

It's.. Clover, right?

[The guns are interesting. She's seen handguns and rifles before, mostly for show in the parts of her district she's seen Peacekeepers. But she's sure, in other parts of the world, they get used. Often.

But it's interesting to think about learning to use one without being a Peacekeeper.

In her world, that was treason.]

Clove, actually.

[But it doesn't sound like she minds that much.]

Clove, right. Sorry.

[They're easy enough to mix up right? Right.]

I've been uh...avoiding this place....up until now. How's it supposed to work?

I don't really like this place much either.

[It makes her uneasy. Mostly because she uses it to relive the fight she didn't survive. Because she's used it for a fight that needed to happen. A fight a long time in the making and never really settled.]

It's not real.

[Booker eyes the doors. Obviously this is the safest spot to practice shooting with a novice - nobody could get hurt except them ... and the more he kept trying to make it sound sensible, the more he didn't want to find out.]

I wouldn't know.

[And I really don't want to find out.]

You know anywhere else we could go?

I hunt a lot in the forest. We could probably set something up there.

[She knows a few spaces where the woods clear out, giving them room for the long-distance she presumes that the guns need.]

[Booker, admirably, doesn't leap at the chance to use the forest. Instead he shrugs gamely and offers up his approval.]

Sounds better already, let's go.

[Yeah, totally not happy to leave.]

[Clove leads the way, heading out of the Battle Dome and toward the forest. Once they reach the treeline, her movements change. Her posture stops being quite so straight. She half crouches, and her steps get lighter. Like a predator on the hunt.

That she's all of eighteen and the man with her has a couple decades on her doesn't matter. She takes the lead with a sense of purpose. Someone who knows exactly what she's doing and where she's going.]

[Booker isn't in much of a position to feel as if he's going to be in trouble. If anything, he's more alert because he has such a young girl with him and it makes him go back to when he was running around a strange city in the clouds with a girl who was all but a child to him.]

So, uh...

[Ah, the beginnings of terrible small talk.]

What made ya wanna learn how to shoot a gun?

Those things look plenty deadly to me.

[He finishes with a crude gesture to her vest.]

They are. Just... The Malnosso tend to supply guns a lot more than they supply extra knives. On missions and things like that.

And... [She shrugs a little.]

Where I'm from, it's against the law to learn to use a gun unless you're a Peacekeeper.

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