Smoke had been very kind to help me practice sparring in the dojo, training my reflexes. As for shooting, I had a couple of practice sessions with Aim, and some on my own. [Though she still couldn't hear his not-exactly-real name.] What with the... recent incident, I finally got myself a gun. I still need to work on steadying during recoil, though.

[It had the look of a ramshackle old car, but Gene was right, it didn't budge. She closed her eyes for a second, exhaling softly. She wondered why she bothered, sometimes. In this place something as rock-solid as a mountain cave could change shape in a blink of an eye. If the pile of wreckage under them suddenly decided to give way and swallow them together with the car, she couldn't really whip out a logic police badge and tell them to stop breaking the law of physics.]

I'm fine with it, really! And not just because I don't want to hurt your feelings.