This conversation was becoming more and more interesting by the minute.<br/><br/>Bridget’s smile Widened as she continued to eye Jared curiously. In her mind, it was almost like they had engaged in some impromptu staring contest. “You want to know whether or not I am mysterious, do you?” She inquired, clearly amused. Somehow she had expected it to be a ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours’ situations. Not that she minded of course. What fun would it be if he just sat there telling her everything? She liked it when she was faced with a bit of a challenge.<br/><br/>“Well,” she continued, “maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I do have a secret or two I could share with you. It’s the least I could do for someone who buys me a drink.” There was one thing that crossed Bridget’s mind. Her guns. Not just her guns, but her secret as well. Would she be willing to take that risk, however? If she did tell him about her powers it could either have a positive effect or a bad one. Past experiences were leaning towards a bad one.<br/><br/>She decided to go with the other option.<br/><br/>Bridget’s brow furrowed in thought as she tried to figure out how to go about what she was going to say. Finally, after a moment of silence, she spoke again, “I work as a mechanic, believe it or not. My father owned a business, and it just stuck with me,” She was being completely honest about that. “I guess you could consider getting my hands dirty another hobby.” Her father had not owned a big business, only four people worked in the garage, but it made enough money to keep food on the table and she was happy. Thinking about it amused her a little.<br/><br/>How was her father doing now? It has been awhile since she last spoke to him. Then again, she was sure he’d not want to hear from her anyway.