The guys in the room weren't the only ones stealing peeks at her. Cindy was, too, though she hoped she was a little bit more discreet in it then they were. But the girl could move, and it showed that she did a lot of moving around usually. And here Cindy was trying to figure out if she should be pretending or not when it came to working with any of these weapons. They had a ring course, which might be fun to do.

God, how could they all come here and do this every day? Cindy threw the last knife she had at the dummy, not even caring where it landed, even when it was right in the center of the bulls-eye. Sauntering over to Harley, she tilted her head a little to the side with a grin.

"So, either you're a gymnast back home, or a cheerleader. Am I right on any of those accounts?"