Funny, right now he's thinking how old she really is - a legal adult and all, sure, but in the year she's in now, the Colonel turned him from fumbling fresh meat to cold-blooded killer, and here he is starting to train her in the same. There's a certain terrible, cyclical potential to that age.

"I don't know if like is the right word." His eyes drop to the dirt, them skitter across the treeline. "I was good at it, y’know?" Killing, mostly. "If something needed to get done, I could do it. It never bothered me the way it does some folks."

Cougar. Her. His gaze lingers on her a beat too long.

"Why, you thinking of joining up?"