Red was a good color. She liked it, including in plastic guns. She grinned over at Elena. "This is definitely not something I expected to be doing when I showed up here." Not the Arcade, of course. This world in general.
She gave the plastic trigger a couple of test squeezes and nodded. "I'd say I was born ready, but I guess that's kind of a dumb thought." Especially since she hadn't been born to be a fighter at all. Or, well, in some ways maybe she had. The life she'd been adopted into was far different than the one she was born for.