Savannah patted his arm. "It's not easy; I know. I didn't want to leave Memphis and live here, in New York. You know how it is back home," she said, before chuckling. "And do you think that making a cheerleader who'd never held a gun before was a good idea? But I did it, and if I can, so can you. We're strong people, solid values, no matter what happened at home, I know you can do it. The Director and everyone will be nice about it, but we have no choice," she said seriously, "and you know what it means to work hard for something. That ring proves it."
She grinned. "Yes, a few people might have a problem with the killing, not just you." She nodded. "I've known a few of those, but we had a competitive team, making our way to nationals. We were good. I got to Nationals as captain of Memphis Christian, before moving to Lancer. If I had, I would have brought two different teams to Nationals. I guess it won't happen now."
She stopped and looked at him, affronted. "I would never ask you or anyone that. That's just-" She shook her head. "Of course not, that's just a horrible thing to say. We'll convince him with our Southern charm and your smile. It should be more than enough," she said, smiling again.