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Oh, she’s a sheila then. Huh. I s’pose I didn’t expect that, but as long as she’s good at her job.
Matter o’ fact, lot of them new apprentice’s are sheila’s. Guess the administrator finally got tired of dealing with us wankers.
She’s got some good eyes. Focused, they are. Those’ll certainly come in handy.
Bugger, she better not be a loudmouth, or I’ll have her head.
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Ms. Pauling calls her Roslyn, but she says to call her Ross. She says Roslyn sounds too formal, too weird. It quite suits her, in my opinion, but not like I’ll say nothing ‘bout that.
Asked if I was from Australia within the first two sentences I said to her. Must be this damn thick accent. She’s perceptive then. Quick. Good, she’ll need it.
She’s got something of an accent too, but I can’t quite place it. Heard her speaking Spanish with Spy’s apprentice, though, so it’s gotta be something latin.
First day working with her tomorrow. So far, she seems alright, if a little soft. Let’s see how she’ll hold up in the range.
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Crikey, she’s cut out for this. Steady aim, enough upper body strength to withstand the recoil. She knows all the technical parts, too. Better yet, she actually stops and listens to me when I give my advice.
Alright, maybe this won’t be all bad.
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Turns out she’s Argentinean. Twenty six in a month. Learned how to shoot from her old man, just like me.
She can be quiet, this one. And always watching with those big eyes o’ hers. Guess we’re more alike than I first thought.
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Ross seems to be getting along well with Spy’s girl. Hell, all of them seem to be getting along. They certainly got comfy with each other a lot quicker than us blokes did.
Maybe it’s ‘cause they’re younger. I can’t believe she’s one of the oldest. I mean, Soldier’s kid looks like they’re still a teenager. Blimey, I hope they’re at least 18. Not like Ms. P and the administrator care so much about legalities…
At least Ross isn’t as… hyperactive, as some of those little lads. Pretty mature, I’ll say. She gets a lot goofier when she’s with them, though. I s’pose it’s rather nice to see.
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What was that?
Oh, god. I just slipped an awful pun there. And she– laughed at it? Why? Bloody hell, she doesn’t pity me, does she?? What if she pities me? What if she thinks I’m stupid?
Ross keeps looking at me with those wide old eyes of hers. I think she can see me panicking, even through the sunglasses. Damn sheila knows me too well already.
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Her smile looks close to mine, now that I think about it. All crooked like that. Although she uses it more than me.
…Maybe I should tell her a couple more o’ those jokes. Just in case she actually likes them.