Lizzy glanced up abruptly from the weapons table and gave California a quick once over. She hadn't even heard the woman enter between her music and the gunfire; she'd have to be more careful in the future. She turned off the music in her helmet completely.

[i]You want me to shoot you instead of the targets?[/i] Lizzy thought humorously, but kept it to herself. She hadn't had time to determine which freelancers had senses of humor yet-- something that had been almost required of soldiers in her ODST squad-- but California, from the one brief conversation they'd had when they came aboard together, didn't appear to be one of those soldiers. As far as she could tell.

"Sure, California." Lizzy smiled, not that anyone could see, and called up, "FILSS, skip the targets for now, please. Can you give us an open sparring area?"

"Affirmative." The stationary targets sank back into the floors and walls from where they had been. No floating targets had even been set out. "When I saw Agent California enter, I had hoped this might occur. It is very exciting to see you already beginning to interact with one another. The Director would be most pleased."

"I'm sure he would, FILSS," Lizzy agreed, though privately she had her doubts. She knew nothing about the Director yet, but she wasn't entirely certain that was true. Still, practice couldn't hurt and it would give her an idea of her companion's skills in hand-to-hand. Lizzy set her sniper on the table and backed into the open area as it sank into the floor. "Well, Cali, what are the rules?" It was easy to abbreviate the longer state names without thought, so the new nicknames for one another didn't even register to Lizzy. "Time limit or first one down? I'd like to be in enough shape to make it to the debriefing later, but other than that, I'm fine with any tactics." She stretched her arms over her head. "Whatever you'd like."