11730/Life Saving Skills

Life Saving Skills
Date of Scene:	06 July 2020
Location:	Apple Park - Salem Center
Synopsis:	Snake Eyes gives Jeremy and Shannon a course on Army first aid. Knowledge is imparted.
Cast of Characters:	Snake Eyes, Nightingale, SpyderByte

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Snake Eyes has posed:
As it's a bright, sunny day in the summer season there are plenty of people in the park having a good time. The fields are packed with kids off from school, playing and running around. Balls and frisbees are being thrown, tag is being played, happy screams emanate from all directions. It's quite pleasant.

Standing next to a running panel van is Snake. He's wearing his human mask and casual clothes instead of his ninja commando attire today, trying his best to blend in with the crowds. On the ground next to him is a laptop bag, a small cooler and a large, camouflage backpack. He looks as though he's waiting for someone to arrive.

In the van Dial-Tone is doing her thing in the back, messing with computers and monitors and radio equipment. She says over the comms to the Bluetooth device in her partner's ear, "You're too nice, Snake. Teaching CLS to kids, now? Isn't this cutting into your swordfighting time?"

The ninja pulls out his cell and types out a message to his partner, "Learn it, do it, teach it. Best way to get better."

Nightingale has posed:
     Indeed, it looks like Snake is waiting for someone. And it's not just one, but two someones that wind up arriving at the park. After her last run-in at Salem Center, Shannon was not too terribly inclined to go back there alone, at least this time around. So she brings a friend. Or rather, all but drags them out of their dorm to go with her. How they get there is a mystery best left for another time, dear reader.

     She's dressed in a pair of bright blue leggings, her Tweety Bird-as-a-hippie T-shirt, and has her hair completely pulled back in a ponytail. Her little brown leather bag is, as always, kept at her waist. Her left shoulder seems to be doing better today than it was a few days past, the winged teen rolling it back and forth a little bit to work out some lingering stiffness. "Who knows, Jer," she says. "Maybe both of us could learn from this. I mean, first aid's always a good thing to know, right?"

SpyderByte has posed:
Uber. That's how they got there. Jeremy doesn't even need to pay for it. Somehow, he just has 'unlimited free rides'. Dressed in his usual all black apparel that is too heavy for this type of weather, he is even carrying a large backpack over his shoulder. For once, his hood isn't pulled over his head, but he's still sweating from the heat that beats down upon him. He was most definitely dragged out to the park, unsure if he would even count as 'proper backup' in case something goes wrong.

"Sh-Sure." He responds in regards to learning first aid. "T-They don't t-teach th-this at sc-school?" His voice is soft and stammering as he speaks, following along like a loyal goth puppy.

Snake Eyes has posed:
When he spots Shannon and her friend Snake gives them a wave and a smile. Moving smoothly he slips on the backpack, grabs the laptop bag and scoops up his cooler and begins heading in their direction. Getting close he tilts his head towards a nearby picnic bench that happens to be unoccupied and starts going that way. Once he arrives he starts setting down his stuff so he can get to everything more easily. Then his cell phone comes out so he can make it speak for him, "How are you guys?" A look at Jeremy and a polite inclination of his head before he swipes and the phone says, "I'm Snake. Nice to meet you."

The ninja takes another half a look at Jeremy and pops open his cooler. It's got ice, bottled water and Gatorade in it. He slides it in the young man's direction so that he can help himself.

Nightingale has posed:
     "They do," Shannon counters, nibbling her lower lip. "At least in my case, though, a little additional practice would be a good thing." She might have her doubts, but if they were there, they were kept mostly to herself. "Besides, we can always go for some pizza on the way back, maybe bring back a few for everyone else." Yay, pizza party!

     Damned if she was going to let anyone keep her from making a new friend this time, though, despite the caution in making sure to meet out in the open in public, and bringing a friend with her. Her brows furrowed as she thinks back to the last time she considered learning from someone outside the school. It had turned out for the best in the end, but would she be able to get Jeremy out in time if the fertilizer hit the fan here? And how many detentions was she likely to wind up with from this?

     She schools her expression to a more pleasant smile, extending a wing and a hand in a wave to Snake Eyes. Too, she glances around and spies the panel van not too far off. A wave is given in that direction as well, on the off-chance that she wasn't the only one who hadn't come here alone. "Hi, Snake. Oof, got to love this weather, but we're surviving. How've you been?" She cranes her neck slightly to peer at his left shoulder, watching for any sign that perhaps she hadn't done her job well enough the other day.

SpyderByte has posed:
Taking out his own phone, the British female's voice of Siri comes out of Jeremy's speakers.

<< Hello, I am Jeremy. I can't speak very well so I use this. >>

Jeremy even goes through the motions of tapping along the glass with his thumbs as he does it. There is no need to show off his own mutant powers. At least not yet. He's just a normie who dresses weird.

With a glance to the cooler, he offers up a quick smile, then leans over to pick a drink out, a water, then brushes it against the side of his neck.

<<Thank you.>>

Snake Eyes has posed:
When he sees Shannon look at where his wound was the soldier lifts his left arm and waves again, grinning to show that it has healed well. He leans his head to the side to try to examine her back to make sure she's doing okay, too. His phone is soon talking once more, "I have been well. Sat in on historical European martial arts demonstration other day. I want to try a longsword now. How are you two? Boyfriend?"

Snake opens up his laptop bag and extracts a computer. It's definitely not fancy. And it's fairly old. But it seems to work just fine when he flips up the screen and taps a button on it. After entering a pin it loads up Power Point. The first slide is quickly pulled up: 'COMBAT LIFE SAVER'. There is a picture of a soldier applying a tourniquet to another soldier.

Once the initial computer stuff is done with Snake grabs his big, camo bag and unzips it. It's full of medical supplies. With a smile on his face he produces a pamphlet that's labeled with the words 'Tactical Combat Casualty Care'. It is offered towards the students. Snake hits the spacebar and the computer talks. It's the same voice as Snake's phone, so robotic and monotonous, "Sorry about my boring voice, but there is a good amount of information to get through today. The pamphlet I gave you is on TC3, which is how the military determines courses of actions in different stages of patient treatment on the battlefield. It is a good place to start, especially for someone who may be threatened again by human supremacists or other assholes."

Tapping the keyboard once more it comes up with 'TC3' and lists three steps: 'Care Under Fire', 'Tactical Field Care', and 'Tactical Evacuation Care'. The voice returns, "In addition to learning Tactical Combat Casualty Care you'll be expected to memorize the acronym MARCH. Massive extremity hemmorhage, airway, respiration, circulation, hypothermia."

"Did she wave to me? Tell her I say 'hey'. And make sure the dude doesn't get hit in the nose, he's a bleeder." Dial-Tone continues to amuse herself by speaking into Snake's ear.

For his part Snake makes his phone say, "My partner says 'hello'." Looking over to Jeremy Snake nods. He gets the not talking thing. Even gives the kid a thumbs up. Hey, they both don't talk and tend to wear a lot of black! Already got a lot in common!

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon chuckles softly, actually seeming to perk up a little bit at the mention of history in conjunction with martial arts. "Sounds like a fun demonstration," she remarks. "Shoot, even a couple years ago I'd have been all over that. I've mostly been homeschooled, and I picked Viking weaponry and warfare for a report one time." For her own part, she plucks out a cherry-flavored Gatorade and lifts the bottle in salute to both gentlemen, grinning as she unscrews the cap.

     However, both their reflexes are put to the test when the B-word is brought up, with both of them in the immediate 'splash zone'. Oh, dear. Her eyes go as wide as dinner plates, her eyebrows shooting right up in a very surprised look. A surprised look that is followed immediately by her cheeks darkening with chagrin. "Oh lordy... sorry about that! You two okay?"

     As soon as she manages to clean herself up, and make sure Snake and Jeremy were alright, her attention turns immediately to the computer, and the information being relayed. Her look is particulary intent, her attention hyper-focused. This was someone who had very likely seen combat before, tasted failure, and knew the score. She was turned just so, her t-shirt pulled up against her left shoulder. The material did not seem to be catching on threads beneath, so it appeared likely that any stitches that had been in only a few days before had /already/ been removed. The heck?

SpyderByte has posed:
So intent was Jeremy looking at the gear, he gets splashed with red Gatorade from Shannon's jostling. His head tilts to one side, as if he just caught something in the air. A noisy mosquito maybe? Something. A tickle. He instinctively reaches up to rub at his nose, then glances down at his wet hoodie sleeve. Giving a wiggle of his hand to shake some of it off, he twists the cap of his waterbottle off and hands it over to Shannon, just in case she spilled all of it.

Boyfriend? His thumbs brush along the glass of his phone gently a few times. << No. I am not her boyfriend. I would not stand a chance with a girl like her. >>

Some humor? It's hard to tell with the British, lullaby voice of Siri. Slowly, he eases himself down to his knees to pull over a kit, then opens it to glance over it with a keen shift of his eyes, as if already organizing it by alphabet, or by level of difficulty.

Snake Eyes has posed:
When the drink explodes out of Shannon's face, the ninja's cat like reflexes kick in and he puts himself between her and the computer. Then he looks between the youngsters again. Silent laughter explodes from him, a mighty chuckle.

Jeremy's comment about Shannon being out of his league brings Snake back to make his phone speak some more, "Always punch above your weight class. You never know if you'll land a knockout."

Snake will let the slides do the talking for a little bit after that. There is a lot of information to cover, but he tries to get some hands on stuff worked in there. The Care Under Fire segment talks about establishing fire superiority, but Snake's changed it to 'GTFO' since, as the presentation says, "You're probably not strapped. Though if you are, good for you. I give marksmanship instruction, too." The only medical intervention you do in Care Under Fire is a tourniquet. Which is good because he brought a few with him. Some blue ones for practice in addition to the black ones in the aid bag. He offers each of his students a blue tourniquet, keeping one for himself so he can demonstrate their use, using himself as the patient. He hops up to sit on the table and takes his time applying it to his thigh so that Jeremy and Shannon can watch to see what he does. He cranks on the windlass pretty hard, making sure it's nice and tight on his leg. Before removing it his phone comes out again, "You can practice on each other, or on yourself. Take your time for now, tourniquet races come later."

Nightingale has posed:
     If looks could kill, Snake Eyes would be a pile of ashes on the spot, in the instant before Shannon's face goes flame red from the outburst of mirth from the normally stoic ninja. Her wings furl around in front of her like a soft, feathery cocoon, her shoulders hunching up ever so slightly. "No need to worry about firearms," she mutters. "Bo staff in my case, maybe, but not firearms." Indeed, when bullets flying were a concern, GTFO was probably the best strategy for these two. However, with one training as a healer, perhaps she might be equally as likely to walk where angels might fear to tread.

     "Tourniquet races? Seriously?" She almost flinches when she sees Snake demonstrating the tourniquet on himself, but there seemed to be no better way to do so than on what was most immediately present. "Ooof. Okay, functionally, is there any real difference between the black and blue tourniquets, or if need be, would these do in a pinch as well?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Have you seen my arms? Most third graders will have their way with me. I'm not punching even below my weight class. Noodle arms. >>

Jeremy's cheeks flush a bit as well for a moment, then goes about the digesting of the power point deck. Truth be told, he already spoke with the computer and downloaded the deck into his brain. Did you know her name is Francine? She's a sweetie. Her cousin was the original Windows 95 Beta CD.

<< I don't use guns either, or know how to hold one. I think I would hurt myself trying to. I try to not leave the house as much as I can. >>

Picking up a tourniquet kit, Jeremy downloads a YouTube tutorial into his brain with a quick squeeze of his phone. It takes him a few seconds, then he goes about applying it to himself slowly, but with methodical movements of his hands. He's born to turn a screw driver after all.

Snake Eyes has posed:
When asked about the tourniquet races Snake nods his head. On the subject of tourniquets, there's a head shake followed by a nod. Apparently the blue ones are the same as the black. The phone comes up, "Blue ones for training because CAT is single use item in real application. Use blue one when practicing all the time, keep black for real world. Use blue only if no blacks are left. Medical equipment gets used very fast in real life." Removing his tourniquet he pats himself on the thigh where he'd applied it. Pressing the screen on his phone he makes it talk some more, "Staff is fine weapon. Very versatile. Katana is my favorite weapon, followed by MP7. Hard to conceal those, so I have many knives." Glancing at Jeremy Snake lifts his chin and the phone says, "Not a knife guy? Thought you would like karambit for some reason." He seems to consider things for a second before shrugging his shoulders. People who aren't into weaponry are strange creatures.

As the kids put on their tourniquets Snake watches closely, ready to intervene if they do something wrong. He nods a few times and then gives both Shannon and Jeremy thumbs up! "Remember to keep turning windlass until bleeding has completely stopped, then turn some more. Very painful, but best way to control massive bleeds."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods slowly, and shrugs. "Might consider other weapons when I'm a little older, but staff seemed okay to start with. That and some basic hand-to-hand, just in case." She smiles a little, trying the tourniquet on herself, only letting out a soft whuff of breath as she tightens the windlass. One is left to wonder perhaps just what she has endured before this point, that such a thing is really very little pain at all. "Question. I can guess with a tourniquet time is of the essence. How long before they have to be loosened, or risk losing the limb?" Her voice is a little tense from the pain but that's about it, as she loosens her own practice device.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< No, I am not a knife guy. >> Jeremy taps with his thumbs on his phone. << I don't like hurting anyone. The sight of blood makes me panic and throw up. I was beat up a lot when I was younger. Weapons scare me >>

As he goes back to working on the torniquet, he gives a hard tug here and there to tighten, biting on his bottom lip as he goes. At times he glances over towards Shannon's work to see how she's doing. Though he may understand the concept, he still is a bit fumbly through some of the routine.

Snake Eyes has posed:
Moving closer to Jeremy to check out how he's doing, Snake Eyes nods his head faintly. He doesn't intervene, letting the other guy figure it out. Like anything else, it's something that will require practice. Then he returns to answer Shannon's question, fingers flying across his phone's screen, "Don't loosen tourniquet. Get patient to hospital within four hours. ER doc will remove tourniquet." The ninja looks back at Jeremy, seeming to study him for a few seconds. He eventually comments via his mobile device, "I am sorry you were beat up."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods slowly. "Makes sense. Get tourniquet in place, keep it there. Four-hour time frame. Going to be a few years yet before that's my job on the other end." She's rubbing her leg, wincing as she runs her hand over the spot where she had been getting a bit of practice. The talk of Jeremy being beat up does have the young woman ruffling her wings, those great feathery limbs starting to spread out in a very upset, protective way as she sits up a bit straighter. Just let someone try to touch her friend like that ever again!

SpyderByte has posed:
"Eh-eee-sssy T-t-arget." Jeremy says in his own stammery voice as he gives the tourniquet on his leg a hard tug to tighten it. At least he has some sense of humor. Once he is done with his work, he gives a glance down at it and gives a wiggle of his foot. Ta da. "I-I-I ho-hooo-pe I n-neh-never a-a-ave to use one." He says as he pokes the tubes that is tied about his leg.

Snake Eyes has posed:
"Snake, you know you can't literally beat up the kid's bullies, right?" Dial-Tone asks over the comms. "And I'm pretty sure he'd suck at ninja fighting. Tell him to buy mace."

The ninja taps back, "Kid doesn't like weapons. Also, very hard to find teacher for maces. Are you using shotgun mic on us? Just come out and help. Be test dummy."

He addresses Jeremy next, the phone saying, "Flight is good option, too, if you can manage. Security in hospitals are more worried about people running than about people fighting."

Putting his phone in his pocket for the moment he makes sure the tourniquet practice is finished for the time being, giving thumbs up of approval, and presses the space bar to move onto the next slide. It's onto tactical field care. Care in a relatively safe environment. The slides mention how you should still be wary of what's going on around you as scenes can rapidly become unsafe. Then it goes deeper into the MARCH acronym. When massive hemorrhage comes up Snake lifts a tourniquet again and pulls out a roll of gauze and an emergency bandage. Pack the wound, use the bandage with elastic in it to apply pressure over top of the wound. Always check for exit wounds.

Airway comes next. Check the airway, use a nasopharyngeal airway if one is available to you. Snake pulls these out of the bag as well. The computer says to, "Lube the shit out of them" before putting them in the patient's right nostril.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, at least my little brown bag had /something/ going for it," Shannon muses as she turns her attention to the 'M' part of the MARCH acronym. The 'A' part does have her wrinkling her nose. "Ooof. Well... I suppose that's better than an emergency trachea tube. And ohhh yeah, a situation can go south real fast. Just takes a split second." Again, there was that shadow in her eyes, the one that suggest that it's possible she might have already experienced such things. She slips a small notepad out of her little brown bag and a pen, jotting down the small items she'll need to add to her EDC.

SpyderByte has posed:
Tilting his head a bit to the side, Jeremy can feel that mosquito hum again. "T-Tell your fff-fffriend to j-join us." He says to Snake Eyes before he reaches up with a finger to tap the side of his head. As he listens to the next set of instructions once he unties his tourniquet from his leg, he listens to the power point, then simply downloads it into his head. He wrinkles his nose up a bit and makes a 'blech' face. He's still trying to figure out how he got dragged into this.

Snake Eyes has posed:
"Want to try NPA?" Snake's phone asks as he holds up one of the nasopharyngeal airways and a packet of lubricating gel. "No fun for patient. When I was in Army we put them in each other during this course." Then he chuckles silently, thinking back to those memories.

Looking at Shannon he nods his head and makes the phone speak, "I saw Doc do tube in neck before. Patient ended up being okay, but was lousy situation."

The next bit is respiration. Making sure nothing's impeding your patient's ability to use their lungs if possible. This is where you apply an occlusive dressing, something that can't let air flow through it, to any torso wounds above the belly button. Snake produces some purpose built chest seals. With those you put the little valve directly over the center of the chest wound. Hopefully they'll allow air to escape the chest cavity. If air gets into the chest cavity and can't get out, here's where snake pulls out some big needle catheters, it's time for a needle chest decompression. The needle goes in over a rib about halfway down side of the patient's torso and then the needle is removed so that the catheter is left in place. Then tape the catheter down so it doesn't go anywhere.

Dial-Tone talks to her partner again, "You're teaching them that? Damn, Snake. Doc's going to love it when I tell him about all this..." There's a pause, "Your new buddy wants me out there? How the hell does he know I'm even here? Oh, engine's running and you just messaged me. Duh."

Snake gives Jeremy a nod and a thumbs up.

Nightingale has posed:
     Even Shannon flinches a bit with the needles. She swallows hard, going just a tiny bit pale. "I've survived healing things that should've killed gods. I've seen healers elbow-deep in the insides of my buddies. But when it comes to needles, that... is going to take some work." Her wings begin to furl themselves around in front of her, and it takes some actual effort for the normally implacable healer-in-training to keep her eyes on the screen this time!

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I know you're there because I can hear you. Doot. >>

The message pops up on Dial-Tone's screen in front of her, followed by a blinking spider cursor. The more the conversation goes on, the more pale that Jeremy appears. Even more so. He covers his mouth and makes a quick 'hurk' motion, then swallows visibly as he cleras his throat. Pushing himself up to his feet, he wanders away, waving a hand in the air at them.

Seacrest. Out.

Snake Eyes has posed:
"Oh shit," says Dial-Tone when she gets the message on her screen. She starts moving quickly, then. The van shuts off and Dial-Tone exits the driver's side door, closing and locking it behind her. She heads for the picnic table the group has taken over and waves, "Hey, I'm DT. Nice to meet you." When the communications specialist gets there she rests her hip against the side of the table and watches Jeremy head off, the topic of conversation a bit much for him, apparently. Snake starts to sign to her so that she can speak for him, "Snake says, 'Damn, girl. You've seen some stuff. You'll be well equipped when you leave here, though.'" DT adds, "He loves training people. Usually it's how to kill people with your bare hands, but he knows a ton of random crap. Did you know he used to be a mountain man for a while? Like, living off the land out in Colorado, hunting animals with a knife and stuff? Snake's life is absurd."

The ninja laugh silently at the remark, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler and taking a long drink. Setting the bottle down he signs at DT some more so she can say, "He hopes the boy is going to be okay. There's some more stuff left to cover. Only needle thing left is..." she takes a moment to translate what he signs, "You're going to teach them IVs? Are you nuts?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "I think dealing with a sour stomach is perhaps... a bit more immediate than learning about IV's." Shannon's smile is wry, wrought with understanding. "Living off the land, huh? Sounds like one of my friends." Oddly enough, the winged teen doesn't seem all that surprised or put off by the idea, despite blanching at the thought of needles. Something she was going to have to get over, and quick. "I don't expect to cover or even retain everything from all this in one fell swoop. It's going to take time and practice like anything else, for it to really stick."

     One thing she did seem to have in hand, though, is the issue of a sour stomach. Dipping into her little brown bag, she produces a bit of candied ginger, and a peppermint. "Either one of these ought to settle him." Excusing herself briefly, she trots on over to join Jeremy, resting one hand on his back while he dealt with... matters.

SpyderByte has posed:
It just seems Jeremy has to 'walk it off'. He trots in a few circles as he wheezes in a breath. The talk of plugging wounds and sticking needles in and the such is causing his fingers to have pins and needles. Ew. Gross. Blech. He can go his entire life without scraping his knee if he can help it. While he may be desensitized when it comes to his Internet habits while on the job, it's another when he's off the clock.

When Shannon reaches out to touch him, he perks up a bit and lets out a breath. "Ss-Ssorry." He says with a sheepish smile. At least he didn't puke! He leans in to bump his shoulder against hers before his eyes track the new person. His lips turn upwards in a brief flicker of amusement. "His friend."

Snake Eyes has posed:
"Yeah, let the kid get it out of his system. I'll make Snake buy him some lunch after this," DT says to Shannon before sending a little smirk in Snake's direction.

Snake nods at Shannon a few times and signs so DT can translate, "He's got the presentation on a jump drive for you, and a bunch of other material that goes into everything deeper. A lot of it is Army stuff so it might be dry, but it's good information. Plus, he'll bring out more practice supplies next time."

The ninja finishes off his water and carries the bottle over to a nearby trashcan to dispose of it properly before returning to the table.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon slips the peppermint into Jeremy's hand, chuckling softly. "If it helps any, my stomach's even doing flip-flops on some of that stuff," she offers. "And Snake's not kidding. I've seen some stuff. For me, it's the idea of causing pain in the course of healing someone, rather than just taking on the pain myself." The shoulder bump is met with a light smile, and returned in kind. "You going to be okay?"

     She turns her head just enough to catch Snake signing to DT. Her brows loft, and she chuckles. "I won't repeat the only ASL I know." How is it the first words one picks up in any language tend to be the... ahem... finer points?

SpyderByte has posed:
Giving a quick nod-nod to Shannon, Jeremy passes her a thumbs up to show that he'll be okay. As he heads back over towards them, he gives a flick of his hand. Everyone's phone lights up. << This is how I normally communicate since I can't speak well. Don't worry, I won't snoop through your stuff. >>

As he climbs back on to a bench, he shifts himself to sit proper, sliding the peppermint into his mouth to suck on it.

<< This stuff just makes me queasy. Maybe I'll just listen to music while Shannon learns. She's the promising doctor of the future. I do not have the intenstinal fortitude. >>

Snake Eyes has posed:
As their phones buzz Snake Eyes and Dial-Tone pull them out of their pockets and look at them. Snake looks surprised by what he reads, then gives Jeremy a thumbs up. Dial-Tone grins, "Snooping too deeply through our data is hazardous to your health, but feel free to ping me like this if you needs us. I mean, this is awesome! Rock on!"

Snake watches the youngsters for a few seconds before turning away to give them a little more privacy.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hey... I'm sorry I dragged you along on this," Shannon offers to Jeremy, her voice quiet and filled with regret. "I didn't realize it would affect you like this. I'll come out by myself if I have to next time, rather than put you through this again."

     Promising doctor of the future. That gets her lips curling upwards ever so slightly, and... something of a sigh escapes her. "I don't want to be the one stuck at home waiting for folks to come home hurt, though. I want to be right out there with them so maybe they don't have to get hurt to begin with."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< It's okay! I like spending time with you. Even if I'm just listening to music and watching. I can multi-task easily enough. I'll monitor the police radio and see if I find something interesting. >>

Jeremy slides out a pair of black ear pods from his pocket, tucking them in as he straightens up. He gives a thumbs up to Snake and Dial-Tone, a gleam twinkling in his eyes for a moment before he takes out his phone and glances down at it, tapping along the glass a few times with his thumbs. He'll at least pay half attention to the training while he scans through the radios. If it gets too gross, he can tune out.

Snake Eyes has posed:
Snake signs to DT who laughs a little bit, "You still gotta teach me how to throw a knife one of these days. I've been practicing and I can't hit the broad side of a barn." Snake's hands flash some more. His partner says, "You have to know how many times it'll rotate through the air? God, that sounds complicated. How about you hook me up with some throwing stars, then?" The dude signs more. DT comments, "Poison? Really? That's... against all the conventions. I think I'm just going to stick to shooting people."

Nightingale has posed:
     As tempting as it was to simply go back and dive into the training material again, a lot had been relayed in a short time. Shannon nibbles her lower lip for a moment, glancing at Jeremy, then Snake Eyes and Dial-Tone, then back at Jeremy. Enough was enough for one day.

     Loping back over towards the picnic table, she rests her fingers on the lid of the laptop and brings the screen downwards, closing it gently with a warm smile. "There's a lot we've learned, and a lot still to go through. Would it be okay if we got a little practice in on our own, make sure it sticks, and come back to it? Heck, I'll even expect a quiz later, Prof." She giggles softly, nudging Snake gently on the shoulder, glancing over at DT with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes.

     For all he might seem fearsome, and indeed be someone you'd rather have as an ally than not in the field, she wasn't in the least bit afraid of Snake. "It'll be something to look forward to. Seriously, can't thank you both enough for this. I hope it doesn't need to see use /too/ soon."