Speak of her father brought a smile to her face, and she bit her lip with a soft sigh. “He was beyond amazing. He was a Land Runner, he was actually the leader of our chapter. He looked exactly like Oliver, I’m telling you they were identical, personality and all.” She smiled sadly, biting her and looking down as that smile fell. “You would’ve like him.” She mumbled, bracing for a moment before clearing her throat. She hadn’t spoken of her father in awhile, the slight memory of him made her feel incredibly down. Her father was her best friend aside from Oliver, he taught them both anything and everything they needed to know.<br/><br/>When he mentioned how incapable she had looked when he first met her, she just smiled slightly and shrugged. “I was having quite the off day. There was an accident last year and I’m still getting into the groove of things again, so give me a little more time to work off my rust and I’ll be good as knew and ready to handle anything thrown at me.” That accident was the reason a jagged scar ran from her left hip, all the way to her right shoulder along her back. Aside from a few others that littered her skin, that was the most recent, and most damaging. After a moment she thought she felt his eyes in her, and she glanced up, meeting his and giving him a smile. She was growing far more comfortable around him, and she kept catching herself letting her guard down. It was strange.. she only ever did that with Oliver.<br/><br/>She stood strapping her small knife to her ankle and then she had a long blade, representing a katana, strapped to her back. She tugged on her other boots, the ones she wore for running especially, and began to tie them. She nodded to his words, glancing up. “Yeah, I’ll be back in ten minutes flat. If I’m not, give it five more, and then assume something went wrong, Okay?” She stood, about to walk away, when he placed a hand on her shoulder. She smiled softly, reaching up and giving his wrist a quick squeeze. “I always am.”<br/><br/>After she assured him and they parted ways, she jogged her way to the hole in the wall that resided on the north side. She gave the current watch of the spot a nod— a runner’s first job before they actually ran was to make sure nothing got in and out of those holes— before disappearing into the woods. It wasn’t bright out, the storm from last night tempering the bright sunlight with its grey clouds. The forest was eerily quiet and she found herself rather on edge. She silently made her way through the woods, to the spot where she thought the knife was. Sighing a breath of relief when she found it, she wrapped a gloved hand around the hilt and pulled, dislodging it from the trunk. They’d have to cut that tree down. She quietly jogged her way back, the knife wrapped in a leather fabric to shield the blade, jumping through the hole. She found it without a hitch, running it, literally, back to the cabin.<br/><br/>However, through the bushes, eyes set on the hole, someone waited.