"Not as difficult as some others," Rosa replies, though she appreciates his respect of the position. It's one she takes seriously, and she's careful to never step out of bounds (at least as far as being a cop is concerned) and to do her job the way it's always been meant to be done. The way it should be done, but often isn't. It took her a while to find her place in the world, but she'd found it with the Force, and then even more so with the 99.
Fuck, she misses them like crazy. Right, time to shove those feelings down into the pit of her stomach and let them fester there for a while until it all explodes back into her face someday.
"Dope," she replies with the tiniest flinch of a smile. "It was one of my greatest shames, doing gymnastics. At least at the time it was. But it's proven useful on the job, and not in ways you'd necessarily expect." Like having to silently remove the glass pane in Holt's door, somersault in, pick a lock, effortlessly flip out, and replace the glass in under thirty seconds. Nope, can't think about the yearly Halloween Heists, because that'll make her think of the squad, and that'll make her feel terrible, and she can't really allow that right now. More feelings for the feelings pile! "I'd be interested in the sword combat. And the hand-to-hand. I dunno how long I'll be here, but I don't wanna get rusty on those." She considers him for a second, rotating her wrist and thusly the wooden sword around a few times. "What sorta fall?"
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Fuck, she misses them like crazy. Right, time to shove those feelings down into the pit of her stomach and let them fester there for a while until it all explodes back into her face someday.
"Dope," she replies with the tiniest flinch of a smile. "It was one of my greatest shames, doing gymnastics. At least at the time it was. But it's proven useful on the job, and not in ways you'd necessarily expect." Like having to silently remove the glass pane in Holt's door, somersault in, pick a lock, effortlessly flip out, and replace the glass in under thirty seconds. Nope, can't think about the yearly Halloween Heists, because that'll make her think of the squad, and that'll make her feel terrible, and she can't really allow that right now. More feelings for the feelings pile! "I'd be interested in the sword combat. And the hand-to-hand. I dunno how long I'll be here, but I don't wanna get rusty on those." She considers him for a second, rotating her wrist and thusly the wooden sword around a few times. "What sorta fall?"