It was an effort not to roll her eyes. God, was everyone so damn hard up on the ship? Should she wear a "Rated R" sticker over herself or something? Jeez. In any case, when the scenery changed, Hit girl stuck with her Glock 23's.

A shooting range: how interesting. She sighed, readied the pistols, squinting as she took aim. She hit her mark fairly easily and still has time to twist the guns in the air before finishing. When she was done, she re holstered the pistols, shrugging.

"Not really fun, but you get the idea."