Jinny couldn’t help but roll here eyes as Inei called her a kid. “Yeah, yeah. I'm small, and I look like I should be in a fuckin' tutu instead of wearing a sword. I hate it. Can't wait until I stop being a shrimp." She considered correcting him about being blooded - she hadn't killed anything but animals. But in the end, she let Inei get his brother without comment. If he wanted to jump to that conclusion, let him. It'd be true sooner or later.

She could feel that fine itch at the back of her neck again as Gizmo stared her way, but presented no reaction. This time, it wasn't deliberate. She was just distracted by what was in front of her. New tech was always fun! Silently, she started to familiarize herself with the touch screens' various settings. Once she'd decided on a set of targets, she checked the Glock over. Unload it, clean the barrel, make sure the sight was clear, reload it. The steps were almost meditative. 

There had been a reluctance on her father's part before he allowed her a firearm - even the rabbit killing rifle for the camping trip. He'd drilled gun safety into her well before she'd known what he was, or that she would be following in her mother's footsteps. At this point, she didn't know what the problem was.

Inei returned with Kiri in time. She grinned at them both before focusing in. She left the safety on while she stabled her aim. The only question was - would she hold back here, or show what she could really pull off?

Her father's voice cut through the room, in a tone that put her on edge. She'd only ever heard this tone directed at her once, and would gladly be fine never hearing it again. Still, she had to give whoever that was credit - they didn't freeze too long.

"Harsh. That's one word for it." She looked over the twin's choice of guns. "Huh. Interesting choice." And then she started setting up the training program to give her a line of targets.