Wasted ammunition

[Easy]

Ward is was listening, trying to understand everything, but slowly she was losing track of things. As on any lecture, she starts to think about her own things. The first thing that comes to her mind is the pair of kinky boots that she has ordered, it will take one week for them to arrive. They cost her 3 monthly salaries on Holman, thing amount of good things she can afford now is simply amazing. It makes her smile at the part where Tal started to say something about gravity. Alex, of course, trying to suppress is as well as she could, trying not to look like an idiot.

Which brings her back to the memories when she did, those shameful moments are striking especially painfully. Especially first meeting with Steiners and her sister. Not that many times have passed, but even now she would not ever behave like this. It's awful like she was wrong absolutely at everything, especially the attempt of kneeling before Liz at the very first minute of them seeing each other.

Now, when the lecture was military-focused, Alex is imagining herself in uniform and shiny helmet. Somewhere in Syndey shithole hunting down the Sairs. Oh, she would waste those barbarians, unloading dozens of magazines. Those savage barbaric brutes are pretty much standing in the way of her family wellbeing. Explosions, fires and smoke, and badass Alex in the middle of all of it conquering the planet for her sister to govern. Yeah, that could be cool, but it's just one of those childish fantasies.

There is no way she could enjoy the corpses around her, blood and maybe some internal organs that flew away from their owners after something big exploding next to them. Much less pleasing picture is appearing before her eyes, but vanishing after Tal is pushing her to demonstrate something that he was saying about balancing.

Now he starts to fix her positioning, manipulating with her body. At some point, she wishes there was some more sex to his training. Yes, he got charisma of an aged stone wall, but after all, he's still kind of a hot man. Sadly, Tal was actually focusing on training her, and her body is flexible enough to adjust to the position he wanted.

The last bits of an illusion of understanding is disappearing from her look. Naturally, she will remember something from this, but she's not able to keep the full picture. But in the end, focusing, she would repeat the movement she needed. Barista is not an easy job, so she had just enough straight and coordination to make those movements more or less on decent, for a beginner, level.

She did try to make her hips move more sexual to seduce him, which reflected the speed and quality of the movement. Other than that, shaking cocktails have provided her with a good level of coordination to focus and look like she knows what she's doing at least in the end.

"Most of it." She replied, making a short nod. "Will have to practice those moves, turn those into reflexes as it is with making cocktails. It's only hard for the first couple of weeks. Then it's all automated. Guess the main difference is that I will become a killing machine instead of a bar machine." And that was her attempt to make a joke. Even Bretonian blood is not providing her with a good sense of humor.