[They gave her a modicum of training as an enforcer, but she knows it's true. Caitlyn will always be at a disadvantage at close range. For all her height – and she is quite tall – she hasn't got the strength, speed, or skill to hold her own without a gun in her hand.]
You mean... throw it?
[A horrified glance down at the teacup, the prospect of tossing scalding tea on someone not something she's ever considered before and not something she's keen to do.
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You mean... throw it?
[A horrified glance down at the teacup, the prospect of tossing scalding tea on someone not something she's ever considered before and not something she's keen to do.
But could she, if her life depended on it?]