"I'm a quick learner," is her wry retort, but her lips curve anyway in reluctant admission to his grin. Gunfire bursts out from behind her, the way she'd just come, a staccato beat that echoes off the buildings, but she doesn't flinch, only casts an annoyed look over her shoulder.
"Those kids, you mean? They're a little hot-headed at the moment."
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"Those kids, you mean? They're a little hot-headed at the moment."