Gracefully dismounting the table Ellie got back into her seat, raising an eyebrow at the klutz's words [color=#4F97A3]"Anytime you wanna go, I'm game. Your friends seem better suited for running a train on you than fighting, I'll gun you all down before you can blink!"[/color] It was a good natured threat, the American grinning as she offered the challenge.[color=#4F97A3]"Ellie Vuković, rank 501."[/color]The smile turned into a smirk at Charle's eyeroll. He could act like he didn't care but she had gotten a reaction out of him and that was all she wanted. He struck her as a pompous jackass, albiet a pompous jackass with a good point. If Carsi and Pablo were guarding El President or Her Royal Majesty or whatever the Filipinos called her, wouldn't it make more sense to keep that under wraps? And using students to guard her? When was that ever a good idea? If the Disablers were really planning an attack, it seemed ill-advised to have literal children guarding her.

But ill-advised ideas were a specialty of hers, so of course she was going to seize the chance. [color=#4F97A3]"Oh what the hell, I'm game. The Disablers ain't as bad as the Hammmers, but they're still assholes."[/color]