[color=silver][h2]Sterling Johnson[/h2][/color]

He shrugged, expression changing to a glib, disappointed smirk.

[color=silver]"Had a feeling you'd say that. Place seems kinda dead today."[/color] he replied easily, more beads whizzing downrange and into targets before drifting back into orbit around him. And not to mention, if Goodwitch was going so far as to extend a request for help from the student body, he had a hunch things weren't going to be that easy in the first place.

Oh, it'd definitely be nice if it was, no disputing that, but it'd be pretty unlikely.

[color=silver]"And just for the record, how long has 'since I got here' been? Because if you just got here, that doesn't tell me very much, and all that."[/color]

He was curious, about those goggles on her head, to focus on something completely different. She have an aim assist program working there?

The sound of shattering glass in stereo denoted he'd dealt a kill shot to two targets simultaneously, their fragmented holograms fading from view.

[color=silver][i]Kid obviously loves her guns.[/i][/color]