Jinny looked quite flustered at the taller, older boy's praise. She honestly wasn't sure what to say to him. It was the first time anyone outside of her father had made note of her skill. "Oh, um. Thanks. I was practicing over the summer." After a moment's pause, she snatched up the set of darts from the rest of the weapons on the table.

"I'm Jin." She shook his hand, her gaze looking for Kiri. Once she found him, she returned her attention to Inei. "I thought that most people here would be... you know. Like me. But, apparently I've freaked everyone out. I don't get it." 

She could feel Gizmo's angry stare on the back of her neck, a subtle itch like a mosquito. It was something that she'd realized her mother had been honing in her before she'd even learned to read. So many games of "silent hide and seek" - where little Jinny's goal was to stay hidden as long as possible. That game had been mastered at 3 where she'd managed to toddle her little self into an old dumbwaiter that neither Yumiko or Solomon knew the house had. 12 hours, 3 officers, and 2 terrified parents later, Jinny had won that game permantently. 

When Slade began his own teaching on the subject, he was pleasantly surprised that she already had an excellent sense of her surroundings, and just needed fine-tuning. One of the things he was able to teach her early was how to start properly guaging those sensations. Separating a nuisance from an actual threat.

That's exactly what she was doing now. She felt Gizmo's stare heating the back of her neck... and brushed it off like the minor irritation it was. She had already won once. If Gizmo dared step to her again, the beating he'd recieve would need more than a classroom medkit.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who can actually fight." Jinny picked up a Glock 19 and as many magazines as she could fit in her pockets. After more consideration, she took a rifle off the table as well. AW Covert - a little new for her, but she'd seen it in action and was curious.

"Well. Time to get my butt kicked."