Melinda's brows shot up to her hair line. Be trained? She tried not to take offense at the implication that she needed him to show her what to do, because he didn't know her and didn't know her reputation, but she was a little bit. She stuffed it down, though, and used it for fuel.
"I've had plenty of training," she said, subtly rolling her shoulders. "I want a challenge. And you look like you'd be one."