She raises her eyebrows a little, both at the comment and the way his eyes flick over her. "Maybe if you get lucky, you can get up close and personal and find out." The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them, but she doesn't really regret it. Clearly, she's just talking about him getting past her guard.

Jim lets her hand drop and saunters away to exactly regulation starting distance. Her weapon comes up, and a certain calm settles over her with it. The smirk drops away; she's focussed, serious. "You're luck I don't have a problem with hitting girls, Becket."

Almost serious. He is very pretty.