"Oh? I wouldn’t be, if I were you. You’re a bright girl—lord knows I wouldn’t mess with you!" he spoke softly, true, honest encouragement in his voice.
"You haven’t seen me fight since I was in the third grade.."
"How can you tell? There’s no real proof of my capabilities.
"it was a boy you fought, he was a little top heavy though, maybe that’s why you won?"
"Truth is, Jane, I don’t need to know what you’re good at, how fast you can run a mile—hell, I don’t even need to know your weight class, fight records. They mean nothing to me, got it? All that matters is you show me what you can do. Those statistics are worthless.”
The woman blinked as he spoke, confusion flashing across her expression before being replaced with something of happiness. All the schools that had tested her, the records they kept, the statistics they analyzed… meant nothing? He would choose who he saw fit, grades meant nothing..
Something about that calmed her, made a heavy layer of ease settle across her being. Suppose she could do it?
"—That and Photocom Laboratories will be choosing two soldiers at the end of the month, me being one of them. You got a chance, kid. Show me what you can do."