At the firing range...

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Aeryn has spent the entire day at the firing range.

If they're taking away her weapon, then she is NEVER FRELLING LEAVING.

Occasionally people can hear her complaining about the squid, the werewolves, the general lawlessness of the place, along with worries about polar bears, and anyone who passes by could probably feel their vocabulary adding new and interesting words, some spoken entirely in Sebacean.

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"Ah, okay." Sam had been confused for a moment there. She waves a hand at the school behind them. "This kind of insanity is regular for you?"

Then again, she considers, her own brand of insanity at the SGC probably would have sent her old classmates running for the bunkers, so who is she to point the finger?

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"More than this kind of insanity," she says. "Just not in a school setting."

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Sam shook her head, frankly amazed that Aeryn wasn't screaming mad.

"Sometime, you'll have to tell me about the 'insanity' you've encountered," she said. "In the meantime..." Sam indicated her guns. "I'm going in for dinner. You planning to stay out here?"

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"For a while, yes. Enjoy dinner."