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The blonde looked lazily at the man who now spoke to her and contemplated how trivial his question was. If he could tell she had an eye for accuracy--which of course, was obvious--she would of course be proficient with sniper rifles. She looked him over, noting his classic style of dress and the awkward way he was forcing conversation with her. It was amusing though. He at least had a sense of humor. And some taste. And he had to brave, because nobody else had the balls to strike a conversation with the 'gun girl,' certainly not one that could lead to longer that two minutes of direct contact. She could stand to talk to him for a while.

"Emma Crawford. Ex-bounty hunter. Scorpio, age 24, and six feet four inches tall. I like Italian food, long walks on the beach, and yes, I am single." She gave a sly grin, letting her sarcasm settle slowly. She could have some fun. She leaned against the wall next to her and spoke again. "To answer your other question, let's say you don't want to be on the other end of my scope. You seem to have a pretty good eye yourself, for noting talent when you see it." She thought about whether they should shake hands or not. It was the typical greeting of most, especially these official types, but she tried to avoid it herself. Eventualy she decided against it and steered towards a new topic.

"So, what landed you here, Detective? Is this you're 'big break' or did you screw up and get 'transferred?'" she asked casually.