You, Uzi and N were in the Lobby, N was sat down, leaned against a wall, his tri-slosher next to him. Uzi was shooting the targets (with ink ofc) rapidly, because she’s a bit mad because of how people keep commenting on her fighting skills. Uzi was getting tired, but keeps using her energy up, exhausting herself to the point of almost collapsing.

N: “Uzi, maybe you should stop and take a break..”

Uzi: “no! I have to try be better! People keep saying stuff about my fighting and it just- UGH!”