Well, crap.

And Rosa's aim was impeccable, thank you. The only reason she was going for the outside rings by now was because she'd already hit the bulls-eye a few throws ago and was too lazy to get up and move it to make way for the next round yet. She still had a few more shuriken to go before she ran out. But she did give one more pointed toss before turning to address the nerd still visiting teachers on Sunday.

Then she was going to stare for just a moment, brow wrinkling, because it felt somehow worse that it would be someone clearly not human, and she sighed and prepared herself for a conversation that would consist of a bunch of things she'd have to ignore or dismiss because they sounded straight up stupid. "Yup," she allowed, "that's me. Which one of the future bad ass bitches," she still couldn't bring herself to use the s-word if she could help it, and, credit to the kids, this designation applied pretty well to them anyway, "is yours?"

She had a guess, what with the red hair and the weird face and all. It would be a wrong guess, but it was still a guess.