“ i don’t think i’d go that far, after all–you have a frightening amount of force and power in you that i simply don’t know how you get any training done by beating up every agent in the training room. ” chuckling, he took the bottle back and then popped it open. “ahhh a lady after my own heart, but sadly, lemons are not in season and i’m not a fan of limes. so tell me where you got your knowledge of tequila? i didn’t know they had this back where you were from. “
“It boosts up my confidence. All of them are so bad I don’t even need to stretch.” She doesn’t train, really. She knows she’s not improving her skills by defeating them in three minutes, knows that she’s stuck in the same spot as she was when she left. She needs a challenge, but they’re all bad. Can it really be called practicing when you know you’re going to win? She smirks, raising her brows as she looks at him. “Do you really think my missions were in Russia?”