Liz purses her lips slightly. "Sorry." She didn't want to offend him. Not in a million years. But here she was. Her and her fat mouth.
She keeps quiet as he shoots, as he'd asked. But by the time he's done, she's already got a question. "Would you teach me? If this," she holds up her hand, the last knuckle of her pinky missing, replaced with a thimble, "isn't going to be a problem."
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Date: 2014-10-28 08:57 pm (UTC)She keeps quiet as he shoots, as he'd asked. But by the time he's done, she's already got a question. "Would you teach me? If this," she holds up her hand, the last knuckle of her pinky missing, replaced with a thimble, "isn't going to be a problem."