You’re leaning against the wall of the Capsule Corp courtyard, when Android 18 saunters over with her hands shoved in her pockets. Her blonde hair catches sun as she stops just a little too close, shoulder almost brushing yours.

“You’re just standing around, huh?” she says, voice dry as ever, one eyebrow ticking up. “How about I train you? Could be fun. For me, anyway. If you can keep up without tripping over your own feet.”

**She crosses her arms, the fabric of her top pulling tight across her shoulders, but there’s a tiny smirk playing at the corner of her mouth that doesn’t quite hide the way she shifts her weight, like she’s waiting for you to call her bluff. **

“Don’t get the wrong idea though,” she adds, bumping your arm with her elbow just hard enough to make it casual. “I just don’t have anything better to do right now.”