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Sarah Connor (know_your_exits) wrote in wariscoming,

Sarah was usually observant of her surroundings, but had been a bit occupied to notice if someone else was present in the room. Not that she would mind if she knew. The bag was taking more precedent for the moment. As she struck it again and again, she couldn't help but wonder if it might be better to have a hitting target that looked and felt more human. Sort of like the ones advertised in martial arts magazines. Granted, their enemies these days weren't exactly like the average man, but it still helped just in case. Aside from all the demons and monsters they'd learned about, there were still bad human types out there that could be a danger to others. Even during the Apocalypse, criminals would still exist and needed to be dealt with as the situation warranted.

She stopped for a moment, turning around once she heard the woman's voice behind her, fighting the natural reaction of jumping in surprise. She'd conditioned herself to not be surprised often, though it tended to happen at times anyway. "Hitter?" She'd not heard that term in her type of work or lifestyle. But the word, she thought then that it could apply here. "I.. guess so, yes. I do hit things. I'm a fighter. I usually shoot, mostly. But sometimes I end up using my bare hands and feet as a weapon in a fight." She paused to introduce herself then. She briefly wondered if this woman was also a fighter type. Didn't exactly look like a soldier, but then, the idea of a waitress becoming a warrior and mother of the future's hope was probably a bit farfetched, however true it may be. "I'm Sarah. Sarah Connor. Are you a hitter too?"