Competition comes easy to her, although it's markedly different to how she treated it before, and how she treats it now. The fact that North doesn't goad her means her shoulders relax a little bit, and she even gives a little, low chuckle.

"No. I'm still pretty much a fists kind of girl," she notes with a wry tone. "Rifle's just the second-preferred firearm." The first being the magnum, of course. She's still not blessed with the patience to work as a marksman or a sniper.