“What?” She wrinkled her nose at me.
I smiled. “Training games. Both computer and live simulations where I hunt my targets. Sometimes I go in with a team, sometimes I’m on my own.”
She stared a me for a moment. I wondered if she was confused. Then said, “Do you get to go out?”
I looked over at her curiously. I smiled; she had so many questions and it was nice talking to someone else about the real me.
“Go out?” I asked not understanding what she meant by those words.
“You know, have fun. Time for yourself?”
“Yeah, of course. We get leisure. I end up at target practice anyway, or I pass the time reading the medical textbooks I haven’t fully finished yet. Sometimes it’s language studies on my own.”
“That’s not fun,” she said smiling.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. For a moment I just
