"I'm not really sure that there's much you could do," she said, giggling. "Besides, it's G. If he asks, then there's a reason. He wouldn't put anyone in danger unless something it's going on." She shrugged. "I guess I'm young and springy after years of exercise."
Savannah doubted it, but she was loving it. She could walk around in dresses and boots, using the sweaters she liked so much instead of the jackets. It was wonderful "I doubt we'll have this weather for the rest of the month, but we can always hope."
She chuckled. "You can take the bad men with a big rifle. They are more precise, but not as easy to carry around. I guess I trade off." She shivered when she kept going. "Yes, I think that's why I liked it less. Those poor animals didn't do anything to us. There's a reason why we point guns at men." Not that she knew that she could shoot a person, but hurting those animals for no reason had felt so wrong. "Do you still have many hours to do? I took the test yesterday, so if you clear me, I can go back to having Sam beating me up on a daily basis without worrying about the range." Not that she wouldn't go anyway, but now they could go as a team instead of collecting hours.