Bit. Okay. His name was Bit and he liked explosives. Coin could work with that. She was always more comfortable when she was working on guns or talking about guns. Explosives and guns were close enough. Right?

Coin nodded in response to Bit. "Yeah. The UN sent me to school for like, a decade, just to study guns, really. I mean, I studied other things, who studies guns for ten years? I mean, I did. I mean-" Coin paused. She was about to start the third sentence in a row with 'I mean.' [i]Poor form, girl.[/i] She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Guns. She loved guns. Coin could talk guns all day. She restarted, "I've been building guns since I was a kid. It was pretty weak shit back then, but the UN decided I must be good for something, so they sent me to school and I got degrees in weapons design and mechanical engineering, among other things. So, I spent the past six years doing anything from cleaning guns in an armory to building guns in a lab, and here I am. Someone decided my handiwork with all those guns could help somebody here." Coin smiled inside. She had pulled that off cleanly; no stutters, no hesitation. Talking about the one thing she loved more than anything bolstered her confidence.

"So yeah. I'm Doctor Coin, specializing in building really kickass guns. Some people say I might be some kind of genius, but I'm not so sure," Coin smiled, her posture notably reflecting her newfound confidence. Somehow, she seemed to have gained a couple inches in height.