[ His gaze flicks over to her, there and gone again, and he shrugs a shoulder. ]
Suppose it couldn't hurt, learnin' how.
[ It's how he picked up most of his skills, anyway. "It couldn't hurt to learn." And those he found himself picking up more quickly, he honed.
It's why he's so damn good with cards, why he's so good with guns. He shrugged into learning, one day, and when he found he had a knack for it, he honed that skill to a fine art. ]
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Suppose it couldn't hurt, learnin' how.
[ It's how he picked up most of his skills, anyway. "It couldn't hurt to learn." And those he found himself picking up more quickly, he honed.
It's why he's so damn good with cards, why he's so good with guns. He shrugged into learning, one day, and when he found he had a knack for it, he honed that skill to a fine art. ]