A week where she'd been tearing up any target she could get her blasters or paintballs on, and he'd mostly just played with puppies.

Dead man walking, over here.

Again.

But he was determined to at least give her a run for her money.

"Pride before the fall," he chirped her words back at her, settling into his chair, kicking up his feet on the edge of the desk as he scrolled through the menues. "Pride before the fall, my friend."