Jinny listened closely as her uncle explained all the kinds of work she could choose from. She didn’t know what espionage was, but infiltration and hacking sounded rather fun to her. “I guess I’m going to have to learn to kill people sooner or later.” She said it rather nonchalantly, as if she were talking about riding a bike. When her time came, she wanted to be ready. That meant she was going to have to tackle some difficult things. It would be interesting to see just how she responded when it came to taking a life. “You took down an entire military?” There was an eager, gleeful look on her face, the pure opposite of his mocking smile. Maybe a PMC wasn’t as many people as she was imagining, but again, maybe it was. She would believe it. “That’s super crazy. You’re… a scary person when you’re not with me, aren’t you?” That was probably the biggest understatement of her young life. “Can you teach me to be scary? Like what you did just now.” She straightened up and did her best Deathstroke impression, mimicking the cold glare. “That’s going to be important. If I want people to take me seriously, I’m going to need...” She searched for the right word. “My own brand of scary. Right now I’m just short.” Right now, as small and unassuming as she was, she wouldn’t be scaring anyone. But perhaps that could be used. Being an unexpected factor had it’s advantages. “Oh. And I want a weapon.” A gun was not on her mind at this time. She wanted something sleeker. “Can we start there?”