"Thirty-six hours may be sufficient to all the things I need and want to do. Fencing isn't one of them, but I've always wanted to try stabbing and jabbing with a sabre. They had fencing in high school, but I couldn't afford the equipment." Naea shrugged this off, as she did most things regarding her high school days before she had to drop.
Naea arched an eyebrow, something akin to sternly with a smirk, and pointed at her friend. "Remember what I said about working yourself to death. I won't have it! Don't make me take you over my knee." Right about the time the words left Linnaea's lips, a suddenly startled, slightly balding, suffered from 'Dunlop Syndrome' and not particularly good looking middle-aged man passed them. His expression went from 'What the deuce?!' to 'Hey, baby...'
Linnaea was good at ignoring looks like that. She was also occasionally good at fucking with people. She flashed a million-dollar smile and a wink at the man, then promptly rolled her eyes with a ridiculous face when he passed.