It did take some time, but after a time, Bunny had found her mark: the guy REEKED of egotistical narcissism. Still, he owned his own gun, could put headshots and target shots accurately enough for someone whose primary job WAS NOT shooting things regularly. In fact, some 'good cops' whom weren't big on the 'wild west' style of justice could probably still shoot better... ego checks were in order.<br/><br/>Bunny waited for a good time to approach the braggadocio, tapping the shoulder and made a more common handsign for AR - she didn't want to assume some random guy had a linguasoft for QSL queued up - and sent a message or two.<br/><br/><Have you ever done the kill-house course here?> she asked, hands behind her back, leaning forward, looking up at the mustachioed man, doing her best to smile and look cute. <I haven't tried it myself; do you think you could show me how it's done?><br/><br/>Aaand she just had to wait for things to set up... and she'd send her 'instructor' a message telling her what was about to go down... was it really taking her so long to get put back together?