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The Range - Girls With Guns [Tuesday afternoon]

Triela looked almost happy enough to be whistling merrily when she arrived to set up for club today. She wasn't the whistling sort, so of course she didn't actually whistle, but she still looked like she might bust out at any moment.

Usually her first order of business was normally to go through her gun cases, but today things were a bit different. Before anything else she hung up a poster. It was an extremely precisely drawn (if thoroughly boring) two-column affair. "Paint ball" and "Laser tag" were written neatly at the top with a line drawn between them and plenty of space under them.

"Write your name under whichever activity sounds more fun to you," she told people as they began to arrive.

Yep. Someone looked a bit smug.

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"Cool." Dinah looked at the guns, and said, "Every day here is like Catharsis Day. I'm pretty glad I joined."

"I'm glad you did too," Triela laughed. "And, yeah, it's relaxing. I always feel calmer after a day at the range myself."

"Hmmmmm." Dinah smiled, then gave Triela a careful look. "Triela? All that stuff you told me. About Italy, and your job. Would you mind, if I mentioned it to someone? Like Mr. Algren?"

Not that that would stop her from doing so. But she wanted to be as up-front about this as she could, and she didn't really think Triela would care too much.

Triela blinked, frowning just a bit. "Go ahead. It's not like it's a big secret around here."

The frown deepened slightly. "But why?"

How to explain this without getting insulting, or weird. Well. Maybe there was no avoiding it. But not making a big deal of it would help, probably.

"It worries me. I'm worried about you. Going back there and getting hurt, mostly," Dinah said frankly. "Somebody here at school should know about it, in case something happens to you. I guess maybe the school might already know, but I wanted to check."

Triela's expression morphed into a lopsided grin. "That's sweet." She seemed amused at the thought. "It's nice to know someone cares."

"Well, yeah," Dinah said, a little off-balance, but relieved Triela wasn't pissed. "I mean, It's all a little..." Warped? Wrong? "...irregular. Would they even let us know, if you couldn't come back?" If you got hurt or died?

"Probably not," Triela snorted. "I could probably send a letter or something." She couldn't really conceive of ending up dead or significantly injured on a mission.

"Well, I thought if I talked to Mr. Algren, and checked, they could at least keep an on eye it. On you." Dinah raised her eyebrows. "I know you said Hiltshire looks out for you, but that's there, and it should be more official, you know?"

And mentioning everything else that worried her to Mr. Algren would at least make her feel like someone in charge was going to care about what happened to Triela.

"I appreciate it," Triela smiled. Then added: "Even if you do worry too much."

"Probably," Dinah said easily. "Oh hey, I didn't get to go shopping with Angela this weekend, because of weirdness. I need to catch up with her, but would you want to go dress-shopping with us?"

"Dress shopping?" Triela asked doubtfully.

"I guess I might? If you promise not to make fun of me or anything."

"I wouldn't, I swear," Dinah promised, frowning. "I need a dress for the dance. I just thought it might be fun. Are you going to go, do you think?"

"I usually do," Triela shrugged. "But I also usually just wear a suit. It's more comfortable that way."

"So, maybe a pretty new red one. For Valentine's." Dinah smiled. "If you don't find a dress you'd want to wear."

Triela hummed thoughtfully at that. "A new suit might be nice... And maybe some new boots..."

Dinah grinned at her, then bounced on her toes. "Guns today. Shopping tomorrow? Maybe?"

"I," Triela paused, lips pursed thoughtfully, then nodded. "I think I could handle that."

Then she grinned. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Let me call you ~~when I check in with Angela~~ and I'll tell you. Probably in the afternoon, though? You don't have classes tomorrow?"

"Nope," Triela grinned. "And as long as I don't get called back to the Agency I should be totally free."

Since she'd be back this past weekend, she didn't expect another trip so soon, either.

"Yeah." Dinah managed to keep her smile in place. "Let's just hope not."

"New boots," Triela mused with a grin.

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