Yeah, it made sense. Battles were far different from training. Had the kid been in one before? Probably. He didn't exactly look like a kid, and the Jedi Order had let younger people fight before, so, yeah, most likely. Though Nyx did wonder how old he was. Based off of looks she'd put him around his early twenties- maybe late teens. Though she had never exactly been good at guessing ages. What she was good at was estimating height. And seeing how he was definitely shorter than her... he was about five feet, nine inches, maybe ten. On the other hand she was six feet even. How old was she again?... Almost forty-one. You'd never be able to tell though! It was thanks to those sweet Zorren traits of hers. The claw-like nails, the slightly bowed legs, the advanced senses, and, the best/worst part, the lifespan: 5000 years. Having undergone her trial at around twenty, the girl looked, at most, twenty five. Looks sure can be deceiving! Oh, the boy is talking. Nyx stopped making assumptions about him and just listened.
"I'd bet."
She nodded at that. Dr. Stone would be squealing right now, excited that her patient was being social for once. But the patient herself was more likely to scream. Whether that was out of nervousness or mild poison-induced irritation was yet to be determined. Maybe a bit of both. Talking with others wasn't her strong point. Nor was even being around them. Unless they were fighting, of course! This man, however, seemed to be no bigger threat (at the moment) then a leaf in the wind. Looks, however, could be deceiving. Despite her best effort the woman still found herself being unnecessarily cautious. Her gaze never left the man, even when she moved to polish her precious rifle. It was in this state, this overly attentive moment, that she nearly missed what he said next. Funny how that works. You focus to much on one detail and everything else escapes you. Even the incredibly obvious parts. Like, you know, someone talking.
"You wouldn't mind teaching a Jedi, would you?"
Her first response was, as expected, a little snappy.
"Generally the first question you should ask is if I'm willing to train someone at all."
There was a pause, and then she spoke again, handing him one of the spare rifles while she did.
"I don't exactly like force users. But some Jedi aren't that bad, or so I've found out. To many of them, however, have no idea how to handle weapons that aren't wacky glowsticks. If you're asking me, the random lady you just met, to help, then I'm guessing you, for the most part, are one of those. Show me what you can do." Nyx gestured to the remaining targets on the far end of the range: A bottle, an empty can, and a suspended rock, no bigger than a fist, hanging from a tree. Each was put out farther then the last (the bottle being the closest to the two). "If you impress me, I'll help you get better. And if you do embarrassingly bad, I'll laugh, then make sure you can shoot moderately straight. Though... I ain't the best teacher. Generally I'm strict, I don't like failure, and I won't tolerate you half-assing anything. If you want to shoot like I can, you're going to have to practice. Hard. For years. Or just be a naturally good shot. And if you were the latter, you wouldn't need me. So... either give it a go or go."
This was going to be a hell of an interesting day.
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