"Seriously??" Kate's brows shot up and she blinked at his rebuttal, caught between incredulity and amusement. "Dude, I know I can. I'm no newbie." Damn right, she wasn't! Kate had gotten her hands on a couple back home and used the last few that came here with her; she never mishandled them; okay that was a lie--there was that one time in the training room, and that whole thing with the radiator, but generally-speaking, Kate could use them and get the job done.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she brushed past him and took a curious look around before being automatically drawn to the archer’s corner. Kate was there before Clint could lead her, a beam of the uppermost delight flickering in her eye like that of a kid in a toy store. It was better than any uptown sporting goods store she’d ever been to, and maybe it was because it was personal, and held more kick-ass equipment than she knew what to do with. Actually, she was pretty sure of it.
Her fingers twitched with the need to touch everything as she stepped closer and silently admired. What had he asked again? Something about quivers? “Like, twelve or so...” was Kate’s distracted and belated reply.