Kat followed Jack out. She'd never really talked or picked on Jack other than the time she'd slashed his face. It seems he didn't hold a grudge against her for that. But hey, the way she saw she did him a favour, some chicks were into scars, made a man look rugged. To Kat it just made them look like a bad fighter but what could she say, [b]some chicks[/b] were into it, just not her. She held her gun loosley at her side as she walked with Jack before thinking about the question posed to her. Her brow furrowed and she thought back to her small amount of training.
"Sort of, I had a little bit of training back when I was like 9 but I haven't really fired a gun since then" She turned her hand over and looked at the guns other side.
"If worst comes to worst I think I should be alright."