Sunshine smiled, faintly grim, head still down and her (always willful, but now spectacularly mussed) hair falling in her eyes. "Oh, I have my moments. It's just. All the other moments surrounding the moments of fantastically stupid heroism with butterknives. It'd be easier if I were just...one thing or another." She paused and thought a moment. "Or maybe it wouldn't. I don't know."

She could feel him relaxing ever so slightly, and kept rubbing circles against his palm. "What kind of training?" she asked, genuinely interested.