[sure. Anna grins, glad that there's something she can apparently do to actually train people; she's sensing the changes in Rinka's movements too, after all. and her eye, in between blows, darts down to her opponent's feet to get an idea of where her skill level might really be coming from.]
Is tennis all you do?
[which is maybe the politest way of calling bullshit she's ever managed, she thinks, still idly trading blows.]
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Is tennis all you do?
[which is maybe the politest way of calling bullshit she's ever managed, she thinks, still idly trading blows.]