[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.]
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[She knows a few spaces where the woods clear out, giving them room for the long-distance she presumes that the guns need.]
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Sounds better already, let's go.
[Yeah, totally not happy to leave.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.