"..." She gave him a cold look, and Flossie Wright's mouth twitched, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
"Then we'll change the subject."
She had just turned around when Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand and grabbed her shoulder.
With an overwhelming martial prowess, Flossie Wright had reason to believe that she wouldn't last fifty moves against Glenn Hutchinson in a real fight.
Progress.
She used to last less than ten moves.
Not wanting to confront him head-on, Flossie Wright turned to the side, flicked his hand away, and then crossed her arms, nodding slightly, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
She had time anyway and didn't mind bantering with him for a bit.
Glancing up, Glenn Hutchinson said, "About those little tricks to becoming a sniper."
"Oh?"
With a raised eyebrow, Flossie Wright seemed surprised.
With a slight curl of his lips, seeing her interest piqued, Glenn Hutchinson said, "I'll come to find you tonight."
And with that, he really was about to leave.
